Labels like “Man Cave” can be well earned. At times, I understand my wife’s concern with style—or more appropriately, lack thereof. She’s outnumbered 4 to 1 (a 9-month-old male puppy further tilted the scales) and without her taste, discernment, and diligence home territory could easily become like the men’s floor of a college dorm. Doors […]

This stage of life seems to offer up dusty memories as if to ask, “Does this still matter?” Like familiar but long since dormant items in the attic, you wonder about the connection in the present. While back in New York for the holidays, many memories of a young boy in the Bronx alighted. Random—so […]

I love everything about the Christmas season except that it feels like it comes quicker each year. I am reminded of a friend who said that “life is like a roll of toilet paper; the closer to the end the faster it goes.” So, it goes. But the spirit does not. And each year I […]

Dedicated to the memory of RWM… As each year passes on this path, what is meaningful becomes clearer. And it’s not surprising that those “things” are relationships. For with each ring inside the tree it becomes clearer that everything in life is relationship, including your relationship with life. For me, at this stage, it’s about […]

I’ve been thinking about one of the hats I wear, coach, that has been a major part of this father’s journey. Getting to teach and coach children is an honor and something I take to heart. Much has changed about sports from when I was a kid. But… here are a few thoughts about what […]

Sometimes it gets quiet. The rise before the fall, the fall after the rise, and the illusion of a point in time, of stillness. Long enough to hear the voices fade and the quiet roar. In that inner circle people take different forms. The ones closest to us live in and on in multiple selves. […]

My father passed this week after 91 years on this earth. So ends his existence in this form, but he lives on in others. One such form is in memory and this goes back and forward in time. But for now, I choose, or it may be chosen for me, to remember… His sacrifice for […]