I wrote this in a comment on another blog recently. I decided to jot it down because it was speaking to me, rather loudly. Sometimes I push the words, and sometimes the words push me. These ones made themselves known across a fleeting precipice of my imagination meeting up with my thoughts and starting a… Continue reading We sing to the find the beauty, we fight to find the song
I remember going to my kid's elementary school a few days after the September 11th attacks. I had asked my daughter's teacher if I could come in to help out and she informed me that there was a schedule for such things. Still, she took mercy on me because she knew about the stir I… Continue reading The lies of a fine place worth fighting for
Here we are again. It's the day after, again. When all we are left with is grief and questions, and sides. Because for all the sadness, the requisite questions we are asking now are already drawing up sides to a debate that, almost twenty years after the Columbine massacre, just doesn't get it. "Where does… Continue reading Life As We Know It
If is such a wickedly precarious word. If is an anomaly of diction in that it is neither here nor there, and yet it elicits a gamut of emotions. For this story, If is a heart wrenching tale of what might have been . . . if only. If only he had waited. It wasn't his style, to… Continue reading If only . . .
I read a really good post the other day over at emergingfromthedarknight about being real and it got me thinking about self and what it means. It's a topic every single person knows intimately, if not expertly. Because the self isn't as obvious a thing as most of us would like to believe. In fact, it can… Continue reading To find your true self . . be true
In honor of the Eagles Super Bowl win, I broke out my New Years resolution to make a totally new sammy. The rules were simple: It had to be out of this world tasty, super rich . . and it had to be something I wouldn't mind treating myself to on lazy- non running- mornings… Continue reading When Rocky Got Real
I can't believe it's Super Sunday already. It feels like only yesterday that I was putting together my fantasy league team whilst under the illusion my Dolphins had a chance to see January . . . if only for sixty minutes. The Patriots are making their annual trip, preparing to take on yet another bird.… Continue reading The New England Invitational Turns LII