The following letter—15 lessons for 15 years—I wrote to my son on his 15th birthday, January 9, 2017. I left the letter on my son’s pillow. After he read it, he came to my room, gave me a hug and said: “Thank you.” I felt like a large stone was caught in my throat and I struggled …
I write like that
I write like that: in fits and stops. Bits of prose, poetry, and rhyme wind along the road to nowhere. There is no ending, yet. There is just a feeling I must put on paper. This feeling spills from my finger tips, into my notebook or on the screen. Captured. I am crushing it. I …
The last sip of summer
The last sip of summer is a lovely phrase that embraces the beautiful reluctance of letting go the final carefree days of summer.
Living with grief
Grief brings you to your knees; shakes you to your core and rattles your senses. In a blink of an eye, or over time, the end of a life leaves painful scars on the living.
Minding Soccer in May
Watching soccer in May despite wintry conditions turned out to be an excellent lesson in mindfulness.
Transition
For every new beginning, there must be an end; for each gain, a loss. But what happens in between? Transition.
My evening with Bruce Springsteen
What happens when you spend an evening with Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band in the pit (standing room only area directly in front of the stage) with 650 fans? You become friends, listen and tell stories and ultimately share an incredible experience with Bruce.
What happens when you put your pants on backwards?
What happens when you put your pants on backwards?–A lesson in discomfort.
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