What Crosses My Mind

  • Watching The Snowy Night Sky

    I’ve been waiting all day for the snow, now I glance my window, it arrives with a light affection reminds me of my childhood perhaps a memory that haunts me more than love the delight of family, the anticipation of a gathering, the death of a cousin, where in my silent fog of misunderstanding, I…

  • Coming Home Again

    When I was twelve, I found a copy of Thomas Wolfe’s classic, You Can’t Go Home Again, I remember being profoundly impacted by the title. Just the words alone made me wonder about home, and in my 12 year old mind I thought of my cousin Billy, who had just passed weeks earlier in a tragic…

  • When My Father Cried

    It was the changing season, a tragedy, we were all crying, dumbfounded and surreal the moments ahead forever. He was heart-broken no place to stand or sit or feel, just simple pain, always and forever, misty eyed and helpless to the reality of the human condition. He’d been tested, he’d been traumatized, together ships passing…

  • My First Experience With Survival

    It was the summer of 72, just beyond the previous winter, I would stay home, amongst my school friends, chums, the guys I hung with all school year.   Yet I didn’t know them, because the 12 summers before, when I began to remember, around the age of four, I’d spent elsewhere in a different…