Three Days In Woodstock

Woodstock isn't a destination, it's a state of mind. Every morning feels like Sunday, every afternoon like Saturday and every evening feels like church. There is a unique charm to the jagged little town built into the side of the Catskill Mountains. Its quirky architecture and funky colored Victorians tell stories without saying a word.… Continue reading Three Days In Woodstock

My Mental Story- Part 2

Hey kids, this is the second part of a three part series by my lovely and amazing friend, Linds B.  Every second of my existence was plagued with thoughts of her. “Why wasn’t I good enough?” “Am I really that unlovable?” “What did I do wrong?” “It was all my fault.” Relentless self-blame. All I… Continue reading My Mental Story- Part 2

Like Rocks For Chocolate

I ain't much for popular opinion. I can't remember the last time I fully trusted the tally of a widely held opinion. This isn't a contrarian gallivant, myopic bent or some degenerative condition that rhymes with Larry King. Nah, it's just the truth in my lovely bones. A truth that cannot shut up, even when… Continue reading Like Rocks For Chocolate

The Bargain Struck By Heaven and Hell

The Holy Day has arrived, and I am giddier than Kirk Cousins' real estate agent. Before I rant and rave about the Lucky 17, I gots a top five non St. Patrick's related thoughts in 'me noggin this morning. 1- I picked up a shake for my son at Mickey D's yesterday and I gotta… Continue reading The Bargain Struck By Heaven and Hell