I Wanted to Be Indiana Jones
My Indiana Jones fedora is pushed back on my head as I hunch over my desk on a cold winter morning, looking through my notebooks from the last twenty-plus years.This is more philology than archaeology but I am still discovering treasures. It was from these books that I discovered the poems I posted last month.…
Keep readingPermission to Stop Running
It was in 2012 that I started running to cope with my depression, and the death of my father. Then it was needed and it was wonderful, but now, perhaps it was time to find a new “medicine”?
Keep readingRunning Down Cancer
The Long Trail is the oldest long-distance walking path in the country, running 273 miles–broken up into twelve sections–that meander over the spine of Vermont from the Massachusetts border to the Canadian border. It has long been a goal of mine to finish the entire trail and I had completed two sections in my twenties…
Keep readingHold Fast To Love
We have become content to act from emotion while we stand in the toxic mire of hostility and negativity that permeates our society. But what if…
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Following the Line
I have read about authors who, when starting a novel, don’t know how it will end. The characters lead the way and the author follows. For many years I approached all my art projects from an agenda of perfection. I had an image in my mind and when I did not render that image exactly…
Keep readingUtility Wonder
I love my phone. It allows me to keep track of my family’s schedule, see where the boys are, listen to audio books, or any music I am in the mood for. I’m writing this on my phone, while sitting in a hotel room in New Haven, CT. Passing time before we have to go…
Keep readingThrowing Ink
I started my first journal in the spring of 1996. The inside front and back covers are filled with quotes about living in the moment, which is something I’ve been obsessed with most of my life. In 1996 I was so self conscious of my poor spelling and grammar that I wrote exclusively in poems.…
Keep readingDefining Myself – Becoming an Artist
When I take a moment to think about it, the progression of my studio is really my progression of becoming an artist—of finding out who I really am…
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Floridays
I moved to Florida in the fall of 1996 to go to college. For a kid who had every inch of his room plastered with ski pictures and whose ultimate dream up until May of that year had been to move out west to become be a ski bum and work for a mountain rescue…
Keep readingSongs I know by Heart
I discovered Jimmy Buffett when I was in my early teens. Our neighbors had a music collection that went far beyond that of my parents’ Jazz and classical music. Buffett’s Songs You Know by Heart was tucked in among the likes of Queen, The Beatles, Edie Brickell and Lou Reed. Pure curiosity drove me to…
Keep readingA Maine Adventure In Three Acts
Act One: A Brief History and Cinnamon RollsCobscook Bay State Park, Edmunds Township, Maine Cobscook Bay State Park is surrounded on three sides by its namesake. This 888-acre park was purchased with funds from Duck Stamps and was originally a wildlife refuge. The camping area was built by the Civilian Conservation Corps in 1937 and…
Keep readingGlamping Luxury
Site 31 Palmyra Golf Course and Campground, Palmyra Maine “I thought that was a suitcase you were towing,” our neighbor, two sites down says as we climb out of the car and begin going about our set up procedures. I hear Erin laugh and say; “We call it Marshmellow.” And then the normal conversation ensues,…
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Lazy Parent Night
Erin has never had the stomach for battles at the dinner table. She has always felt that having the family gathered around the table was far more important than what was being eaten. Because of this for a long time we would often cook three different meals each night. Luke would have his chicken nuggets,…
Keep readingCaleb’s Story
In the fall of 2014, Caleb, a bright blond-headed boy with inquisitive eyes and a great curiosity for learning, started kindergarten. He loved his teacher, made friends easily and was happy to go to school. Then Caleb began to come home with stories of how Joey was tormenting some of the kids on the playground.…
Keep readingTalking to our children about death
My Father would have turned 76 on the 19th of this month had cancer not taken him four years ago. In an attempt to explain his passing to Noah, who was two at the time, we told him that grandpa had gone to be with God. He seemed to understand and nothing more…
Keep readingBang! Toy Guns & Our Children
“Bang you’re dead,” Jamie yells as he pops out from behind a tree. “1,2,3…” I begin to count out loud. When I reach 20 I dart off around the corner of the garage. Guns was a game that my friends and I created and played for hours at a time as kids. The yards, fields,…
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Quietly Making Noise 