I used to hate poetry, but now I write it. Sometimes …sparingly. Some of it has been published on Spillwords.com, some of it remains in notebooks and journals. Most of it I wrote during college. My practice has been growingly irregular due to the need to write blog posts and PR copy. There are… Continue reading I Used To Hate Poetry, But Now I Write It
I deeply care about other people. I want to help others because it is the best way I know how to get out of my head and place some space between me and my physical ailments. Most of the time it works, while other times it does not and you just have to find a… Continue reading Found Words, Finding Peace
I stopped playing tennis a while back out of fear and aggravation. How could I possibly be afraid of the sport that I love? Well, I allowed one bad experience to take me off the courts. Okay, maybe it was more than one bad experience. As you, faithful reader, know I am battling hearing loss… Continue reading No One Bursts My Tennis Bubble
There is a lot of writing, working, writing, working, hustling, and all kinds of things happening. I’m caught up in the busy-ness of being busy. Buzzing from one thing to the next, railed out on too much caffeine, and not enough water. Dehydrated. Exhausted. I know I am making a difference, does that make it… Continue reading Meditating on Work
I took another deep dive into my old files. Files that were on floppy disks that I moved to cloud storage thanks to an\ computer that I found with a disk drive a few years ago. I find something new every time I open up these document files with multiples pieces that sit layer upon layer on… Continue reading Perspective and Paths From the Late ’90s
I gave this presentation at the Children’s Craniofacial Association Annual Retreat in Boston, MA in 2010. I think the information could be helpful to teens, social workers, teachers, and others that interact with teens and young adults born with a facial difference.
I took a trip up to Londonderry, NH for a doctor’s appointment. The house that Robert Frost’s father, William, purchased for him and his first wife, Ilinor is located only 10 minutes away in Derry, NH. It was a working farm which Robert maintained for a few years during the years he lived there between… Continue reading A Trip to Robert Frost Farm