What Crosses My Mind

  • I Feel Fear

    I saw it, reviewed it and I fell apart, the symbols were evident and stark. All day I wondered how I’d react, came home, turned on the news and immediately felt at fault, felt like I was glorifying her death, because of the horrific Hollywood replay. Truth is she was only trying to live her…

  • 3AM

    A quiet shadow a new normal remember the names seemed abandoned souls when in the cloud of our lives their names forever etched in our mind, and now tonight I gave pause to a moment looked outside to see empty streets an occasional walker, sometime a couple hoping they together might escape the nightmare looms…

  • My Issue With Vaping

    Recently, I presented a collaboration with colleagues on the dangers of vaping. Alongside we also explored rhetoric in advertising. An examples was a fifties picture of a pack of Viceroy cigarettes, with a dentist promoting the idea of using filters to protect our teeth and body. The premise was meant to identify safety in ingesting…

  • Two Lives Matter

    We have all seen them by now the news is rampant with sensation they know how to trigger our emotions suggest how we ought to feel.

  • 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…

  • For There Is Love

    We are taught to know love, a spectacular spiritual solemnity we embrace wonder wander through our lives with a constant in some evaluative sojourn.   We know lives touch the spirit of others in quiet encounters a silence can speak so tenderly in its clarity to know her, answer him, wander through a myriad of…

  • I Looked Into the Eyes of a Dying Woman

    The other day, I traveled across a state to say good-bye to a friend. I did it because I wanted her to realize just how worth it she is. I did it for the love I have for her and her children. I did it because I cared. But the trip wasn’t meant to be…

  • First Glance

    Eyes open still in mourning a soft reminder precious in the quiet of a breeze rustling leaves the next stage a would be journey lay ahead. What follows will be stark extreme immediate loss in sensory perception for some a routine cycle of life while others we know traverse a newer universe one shares in…

  • A Reaction of Feeling

    A young boy has been shot, he’s dead, a police force became another list, not the boy, no list attached, a living human being, now dead, shot to death, after wielding motive suggests he was suicidal, didn’t want a recital, simply wanted to die, or at least in the mind of a boy, thought it…