November 11, 2019 I celebrate Veterans Day because my dad would want me to, and he’d want me to keep telling his story. Dad served in the infantry during World War II, in the Philippines. He was 17 when he went over there. He came back about three years later, his youth and innocence gone…
Noxious night. No air. Breathing impaired. Hot. Humid. Put it this way, you know how when you get loaded in the boats on Pirates of Caribbean, And you start your “voyage”, And then you drop down that first ramp, And then you float into the ride and you feel that blast of humidity, And you…
The past few days I’ve been lost in “Snuggy Land” and, HOORAY, today I’m better! The upside to being physically ill (as opposed to my permanent mental state) is I get to catch up on all of your FB posts. My conclusion whenever I do this is I’ve the most exciting and talented friends in…
From the first time he picked me up in those massive arms to as recently as twenty minutes ago, when I think of my dad I think of a man who was always in motion. When he sat still for too long his disappointments would catch up with him so it was a matter of…
“There is a very real relationship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of this world.” ― Oscar Hammerstein II Yesterday was Giving Tuesday, when not-for-profits asked you to give $5, $10, $20 — whatever you could spare. Giving Tuesday happens before Whacky Wednesday, when the holiday shopping season…
For years I had one of those mini-trampolines in our little one-bedroom apartment here in Queens. Caryn used to sit on it in lotus position and meditate. She looked like a yogi figurine by Lladro. I found the mini-trampoline on the street outside our building not long after I moved to New York City in…