It seems to me that people exert power in different ways. Some, control those in their lives by their weakness, manipulating others to do what they need done by demonstrating their own inability to manage life. Maybe they're frequently sick or suffering from some vague, undiagnosable illness forcing prompting their family and friends to constantly attend … Continue reading When weakness is your superpower
Category: aging
For whom the bell chimes
In the quiet of the morning I have the house to myself. The trees sway a bit and occasionally the tremendous wind chimes toll their gorgeous and deep notes. It's peaceful and I find myself, rather than imagining the day's activities, reflecting upon all the years we've been fortunate enough to spend time in this … Continue reading For whom the bell chimes
The sun also rises
Tonight we laughed under a sky filled with shadows and ever changing bands of purple and fuchsia. As the sun set in the west, I waded through the tide to reach the bridge so I could witness (and cheer on) the daredevil feats of 4 boys. It was a magical evening. The wind was wet … Continue reading The sun also rises
Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
I went to mass the other day. It was in my hometown in the same church where I made my first communion, attended catechism classes and impatiently sat through midnight mass on Christmas Eve eager to only get home and open a single gift, as was our custom. I was there to accompany one of … Continue reading Fathers – the ones we have and the ones we don’t
Glory Days – Greenwood Lake Middle School’s Class of 1980
It probably wasn't coincidence that I heard that Springsteen song not once, but twice, on my way to the 35th reunion of my 8th grade class, right? There probably isn't a song more appropriate for getting together with classmates and reminiscing about shared childhoods than that nugget that made its debut the same year I … Continue reading Glory Days – Greenwood Lake Middle School’s Class of 1980
What home feels like
Memorial Day weekend probably seems like the ultimate cliché when it comes to traveling a couple of hours (or more) to revisit one's childhood. Not to take anything away from our nation's true heroes, but surviving our teenaged years in the small village of Greenwood Lake made us veterans of an entirely different sort. Since … Continue reading What home feels like
Dirty laundry
With one child headed to college in a few months and another who constantly places clean clothes in the dirty laundry hamper rather than (re)folding it and putting it away in his dresser, I’m thinking it is time for me to allow both of them to enjoy one of adulthood’s greatest responsibilities – laundry. I’m … Continue reading Dirty laundry
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