Yesterday, January 22nd would have been my dad’s 91st birthday. I marked the day quietly, thinking of him and choosing to remember only the happy times we had. Dad around 1976 at the grounds of the American Cemetery in Fort Bonifacio Dad lived to the “ripe old age of 49.” I only had him in…
“Free Falling” by Alessandro Piras Last year, after fracturing my right wrist in a freak accident, one of my writing mentors sent me this practical and well written piece by the writer Amy Tan. I like to read it from time to time to remind myself about the many ways we need to take extra…
I’m writing this on the 10th anniversary of the tragic shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary which claimed the lives of 26 people, twenty of them, children between the ages of seven and eight. To a parent who has lost a child, 10 years feels like a blink of an eye. Imagine losing a son or…
Travels with Myself 
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