Love in Public

It must be awkward to write poems for strangers in New York’s Central Park. To sit there with an old typewriter, clack away at the keys offering your talent to people who may ridicule you, or worse, take your talent for granted, possibly balking at your vulnerability..your effort. How often do we insist on strengthening… Continue reading Love in Public

Feelin’ it

“Can I not go to school? I’m just not feeling it today.” – my five-year-old asked. Boy, was I ready to threaten and scold..to tell her about “how the real world works!” Then I paused. I reflected on what I want to be remembered for as a dad. It became apparent that even 5-year-olds need… Continue reading Feelin’ it