Change comes in stages . . .
. . . and you’re never quite sure why
until one day . . .
. . . you look back
And it all makes sense . . .

Motivation [ mo-teh-vay-shun]:

The drive to do or achieve something, the need to improve, to be better or improve in direction, to attain something, or Continue reading →

Early morning and I am driving down a dark road on my side of the mountain with woods on either side of the road, a cold full moon overhead, and I am very much alive with nothing but me and my thoughts to consider. It is quiet for now. I am thinking about the paths I’ve chosen and how they’ve turned and where they’ve led me up until now.
I am not sure if I will ever Continue reading →

We forget that comebacks are possible . . .

It was a Monday night game on October 23^rd in the year first year of our new millennium. I remember it well. The New York Jets went into the fourth quarter against the Miami Dolphins, losing by the score of 30 – 7. By all accounts, the game was over. Fans were leaving the stands and making a break for their cars to beat the exiting traffic and make their way home.

It was a Monday Continue reading →

And one day, I woke up. I opened my eyes as if it were the first time ever and at last, I could see clearly. I took a deep breath and swore the lake in my mental mirror was no longer murky but at last, un-muddied, and finally reflecting the truth of a bright blue sky.

I was awake (at last) and the distractions Continue reading →

I think the definition of the word “Accident” is the occurrence of an unexpected event; like say for example, a slip and fall down the stairs —or say maybe the unfortunate collision in a car. These are accidents. These are things, which happened without plan or intent.

I’m sure we all agree that accidents happen all the time.

I accidentally charged the Continue reading →

Interpretation and perception is not an accurate science and memory is not always an honest translation of what actually happened.
This is something I learned a long time ago, but the mind is usually a forgetful thing, so here is a reminder if what I learned.

I was young (about 12, I think) when my Grandmother passed away. I remember Continue reading →

It was a short hour before sunrise and I was driving home with the City disappearing in my rearview mirror. The night was behind me and so was the girl whose name I never knew and face I had never planned to see again. It was a long night, which was best defined by the time of year, winter, and Christmas time in New York. The City was all dressed in lights and decoration. The Hustle is different this time of year. The mood is different as well and snow swept streets, cold days and cold nights, somehow warm up easily in places like say, a coffee shop in Chelsea by 28^th Street.

I was all over the place Continue reading →

I know where it all started but I never understood why or how things change so quick and drastically. We all started out as kids in a play pen. We were all friends once. There was no judgement. There was no separation or divisions of cool. We were just kids, nothing more, nothing less, and then one day we learned about status. We learned about popularity and somehow Continue reading →

I think back about the days when my little girl was still little. She would try to do something and say, “I can’t do it.” It used to be that she couldn’t tie her own shoelaces. But then she learned how. Then she couldn’t climb across the monkey bars on the playground. I told her, “Just try it. If you Continue reading →

Winter, Downtown New York City, 1989

Eric sat in a small rundown apartment with a fallen light bulb dangling from two wires in the middle of the ceiling and hanging over a cluttered coffee table filled with old crumpled paper bags, an overflowing ashtray with mashed cigarettes, empty beer bottles, empty Continue reading →