Today, I am reminded of the years at 60 Meadow Street in the basement of my Aunt Sondra’s house.

On mornings like this one, Aunt Sondra would open the basement door and call down to my cousin Craig and myself.
And while wrapped in the daybreak hours of a quiet sleep, Aunt Sondra would call down, “Good Morning,” in a calm but emphasized tone.
Her words carried down the stairs and through the corridor like a boom to the still resting.
This meant it was time for Continue reading →

I often mention my friend The Old Tree that lives across the street.
That tree is perhaps older than my oldest relative, and after an overnight shift, on top of my regular eight hours, I came home to find some of the tree limbs had fallen from last night’s storm.
This is nothing new. Over the years Continue reading →

The Beach

Your footsteps in the sand are nothing more than imprints of something I imagined since before I can remember.
I sit down to find justice in the way you smile, but yet, you Continue reading →

I miss my old town……
I miss the way it used to look and the old stores I went to.
Everything has changed or transformed. Everyone moved in their own direction and I have Continue reading →

I appreciate my days off because they are few….

I took an extra shift yesterday and painted the walls in the loading dock of my building. But as engineers, there were other chores for us. First, there was a steam leak we needed to fix.
So….we shut the valves, broke the pipe Continue reading →

Kent was a short man with salt and peppered hair and a gray beard. His bright blue eyes made him look wild, as if he were detached from reality, and his bent nose had been broken more than once.
Kent lived in Alphabet City for much of his life. He followed in the footsteps of Continue reading →

“I want to wrap myself in your skin
and bathe in a slow wet kiss.”
That was the line I was trying to think of before you went to bed last night.

By the time sunrise begins, the moonbeams fade from our bedroom window, and I will lose the Continue reading →

At the end of the day,
all I can do is push away from my desk and say,
“I did the best I could.”
I can look myself in the mirror and Continue reading →

In the time of a loved one’s passing, there are no words that can separate us from the pain or loss. Sadly, death is very much a part of living. And though my words are only an effort, I offer them to you with hopes that they may bring comfort in your time of mourning.

I was in my 20’s when my cousin Robbie died. He was on the tough end of Continue reading →

I am currently working on an event. But before I tell you what the event is, I would like to qualify myself as a father.
When my daughter was two years old she was sitting at her mother’s makeup table and fell from the stool. I wasn’t there to see it, but I was told the stool flipped and hit my daughter Rachel in the bottom of her chin.

I was on my way home from Columbia Presbyterian Hospital when I got the call. Of course, traffic would not agree Continue reading →