Thanksgiving 11/28/13

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 →

written for a friend

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 →