Years ago as a teenager in New England, I spent a Saturday night out with friends at a party in the woods just down the street from my family’s home. We did that in the 70s. All the time. We had the freedom to roam, the carefree belief that the dangers out there were not… Continue reading night sky and memories

It’s so simple for me to write about myself, about the mundane, about things I can somehow control or make sense of or simply accept. Writing is my way of carrying on an internal discussion that eventually leads me to some greater understanding. And that is what I love about writing, like a multiple personality… Continue reading Love

I’m closer to 60 now than I am to 50, and I started a new job recently -very recently- one that uses my skills, taps into what I’m passionate about, and provides ample learning opportunity. I feel like I made the right move, but I had to go through a pretty significant learning curve and… Continue reading 50, 60, 70 and job hunting! Again.

This past weekend, Steve and I and his brother and my sister-in-law paid a visit to Steve's parents at Brightview, in the memory care unit where they live. We always know the visits will be eventful, made so usually by the one resident who doesn't actually need memory care, my father-in-law Tom Wiley. He has… Continue reading The Compliment

I write about siblings quite a bit, those people who see us through the unique and distorted lens of time, through jealousy, growth, undiluted love, resentment, shame, and blind acceptance. My siblings are the closest I have to a mirror of my soul. My brother Marc had an enormous impact on most every aspect of… Continue reading My life was shaped and altered by a boy my own son’s age