I. I used to be a Night Crawler: one of those people on foot in the dark, going somewhere. Now, I nearly run them down, barely able to see them skittering across the street, in dark clothing, with only the dancing light of their sneakers visible in my headlights— if I’m lucky— as I drive … More Night Crawlers
Author’s Note: As Memorial Day and the month of May draw to a close, I have written this piece to honor my Mom, to kvetch a little about the joys and trials of being a parental caregiver, and to give Thanks that my Mom and I have grown so close in our Golden Years. She … More A Belated Mother’s Day Tribute
AUTHOR’s NOTE: I wrote this post on March 3, 2016, but I did not have a chance to come back to it for editing or rewrites. After looking at it again, just now, I’m letting this one fly, as is…. This election season has been the craziest I have ever seen, in large … More God Save the American Presidency, Please!
Words are my Life. But Music is my Soul. As a teenager, I was known by some of my friends as “Magic Fingers” because I could play any song I heard. I recorded this video in celebration of the 46th anniversary of WOODSTOCK.
The WordPress.com stats “elves” (I like that better than their suggested “helper monkeys”) prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog. My estimated stats as published in my Anniversary post weren’t too far off! I’m still planning at least one more post before New Year’s Day 2016. But in the meantime, I’ve got some more … More 2015 in review
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NOTE: This piece is the first of a series of Essays on Race. I wrote it in the spring of 2014 and, obviously, a lot has happened in the sphere of race relations since then. Ferguson. Staten Island. The callous murder of a 12-year-old black child. Ad nauseum. I have to…