If you know me, or my blog, I often write about being fatherless, and its cause and effect on the past 60+ years of my life. The annual Father-Daughter Dance at St. Ambrose School in Bridgeport Connecticut during the early 60’s, was the blockbuster event of the year. For me, it was the tragic reality […]
If you try to be me, I’ll try to be you. Then for each other, we’ll know what to do. If you look at me through my eyes, there will be no need to wear my protective disguise. Because you’ll be able to see that my inner child is in fear. You’ll be able to […]
Whenever I think back to the epifocal moment where I realized I had been given the miracle of a do-over; a better life, a better me, it’s this unforgettable memory: My mischievous three-year-old son dressed in his holiday best, his back to me, but his beautiful face turned in my direction. His body lurching forward, […]
I recently went to my allergist to be retested for certain fruits that have lately been causing me extreme stomach pain, lip throbbing, nausea, and internal palpitations. As I breezed through filling out the medical forms, one question, in particular, gave me pause. How many alcoholic beverages do you have a week on average? I […]
My relationship with Raleigh began on Mother’s Day in 1961 when I was eight years old and continued for eleven blessed years. I was living on Huron Street where I lived in a railroad tenement with my grandmother and mother, who both worked full-time jobs. Our top-floor apartment was run down but immaculate and was […]
