They say if you get one tattoo you won’t be able to stop, but so far I’ve only gotten two. The first one is on my right ankle and it spells out the word freedom, though at the time I got it, I had no idea how prescient that would prove to be. I had…
On October 2, 2017 my father passed away. He was in his own home in Long Island, in a bed provided by hospice, his fourth wife Sue, his youngest son Chris, my youngest sister Alison, and me surrounding him. I had been there for eight days, leaving a school visit I had in Rye…
I hate Mother’s Day Seems fitting I would start my blogging career on Mother’s day, a holiday I have despised for over fifty years. Contrary to the popular cynical belief, Mother’s Day was not invented by card companies to sell greeting cards, but ceaselessly lobbied for, by Anna Jarvis to honor her own mother….