The Old Neighborhood

So I’m hanging out in the old neighborhood the other day having a cappuccino and who should I see but Vinnie Vermicelli, now I haven’t seen Vinnie since he and I used to fight over that sweetheart Kathy Calamari… man she was a dish! Anyways, we get to talking and he tells me that Sammi Salami is engaged to Mary Mozzarella, can you believe this, Sammi? I’m like no way she was with Peter Pepperoni forever. It’s true and if that ain’t enough Maria Marinara and Larry Lasagna are married and expecting, I can’t wait to see how that turns out. Vinnie has been dating Cami Cannoli much to the chagrin of her big brother Carmine, he always seemed a little sweet to me, but hey to each his own I guess. I look up and would you believe Marty Mortadella and Bobbie Bruschetta are walking through the door, so of course we have them join us. Now Bobbie is a talker and she is going on about Sal Soppresseta and what a hot head he is. Apparently Tony Tortellini was caught with Sals little sister Sammie Soppresseta. Tony never was very bright I still remember the day he stole Frankie Fettuccini’s car I thought the Scungilli brothers were going to tear him a new one. We’re having a good laugh about that when Patty Provolone shows up bragging about this new restaurant Lenny Linguini and Paulie Primavera just opened. It was good to see everybody, but I sure was hungry after that…

Time…

There is an interesting lesson to be learned about time and history, the older one gets the more compressed time seems and what appears to be ancient history to a young person is simply a memory to those that were there…

#Firstdayofschool

This is for all the weeping parents out there… sending their precious one(s) to school today, suck it up buttercup they are going to be fine, no seriously…

Love an empty nester!

Okay having said that let me redeem myself a little by posting up a piece I wrote about five years ago when I dropped my daughter off at college and found myself blubbering the next day… which I will vehemently deny by the way!

Hopes Dreams Transitions…

I am up early for a Saturday, sipping a cup of fresh made coffee and thinking back over it all. I dropped my daughter off at college yesterday and marked a bittersweet milestone, yes I know quite the overused word in my opinion and honestly it’s lost the significance it once had. A milestone should symbolize a major achievement, the completion of a great effort or undertaking… not just a simple “I made it to the finish line so look at me…” No a milestone infers challenges, obstacles, setbacks and having exercised the will and perseverance to have overcome them. As parents can we count those first steps are children take into adulthood as a milestone? It matters not the path be it the military, college or the job-market those first few steps embody all the hopes, dreams and wishes we have for them. Read more ›

SOCK YOGA

SOCK YOGA
The struggle is real…

 First let me say that I have a ton of respect for those who practice Yoga and the mental, spiritual and physical aspects of this ancient discipline; but come live in my world for a week and we’ll see how you hold up.

Okay having said that we need to discuss the realities of being a road warrior and a person of some substance, or in the common vernacular – FAT. Don’t worry no self-loathing here, I love my roundness; but it does create some challenges. So, this is for all you professional travelers who if you’re like me are on the road more than we are home. We are the ones shoehorned into an airline seat, picking through the hotel breakfast buffet, or God forbid having to take the compact car at the rental depot. I can’t even speak about being forced to remove my belt at TSA – that alone is enough reason to get Pre-Check, but I digress. Actually, if this isn’t you read on anyway, at least you can pity us. Read more ›

The Process…

I have been writing for a long time, I started with poetry and short stories in high school and have written for local magazines and newspapers, but mostly just for myself. I always considered it a hobby a way to infuse some artistic expression into what was and still is a very structured industry that I work in. My “day job” if you will, is providing executive management consulting to healthcare companies; everything from technology integration to revenue cycle management. I’ve spent thirty years in the industry and now have the luxury, really the privilege of working for myself. As much as I love what I do it wasn’t enough, two years ago I decided to get serious about my writing; I published my first novel last spring and my second this summer. It’s been a learning experience and like with most things I feel the more I invest in it the better I am becoming at it, imagine that right. Read more ›

Cobblestones

On a night when the leaves chase each other across the cobblestones and the North wind whispers of the coming cold, I make my way amongst the puddles of light cast off by the evenly spaced street lamps, softly humming an old Jackson Browne tune I dig my hands deeper into my pockets. It isn’t far now I can see the twinkling of lights through the darkness and the muted symphony of voices intermittently rises above the creaks and groans of the bare trees swaying above me before hurrying away  to chase the wind…

The Silver Lady of the Wood

…Robed in their crystalline coats of white the mighty firs rise around me, silent sentinels keeping watch until the girl with the golden eyes returns. The downy flakes are falling again deepening the already impenetrable silence. Unsure why I find myself standing still; drinking in the cold air the only sound my own heart rhythmically keeping time. The mist of my breath disappears into the coming twilight and the grey deepens around me. As I draw in the silence I sense the faint elusive traces of hardwood smoke, knowing the crackle of the hearth awaits I set out again. Leaving the moment behind a melancholy wistfulness envelops me and I wonder if I will come again to the silver lady of the wood and her silent sanctuary…

The Girl with the Golden Eyes…

…The sun slowly begins its journey West sinking low on the horizon casting long shadows over the scarlet sumac and illuminates the late blooming golden rod in its final bow. In the indigo twilight, a crescent moon rises and a soft breeze with just a touch of fall’s impending breath rustles the hollow cornhusks their tasseled heads bow in submission. The maples along the ridgeline valiantly resisting the inevitable change while the imperious firs silently watch on. Its there I catch a glimpse of the girl with golden eyes saying her wistful goodbyes…

LIVING…

…As you stand there naked and alone in the dark of your own truth, the facade of your personality and ego stripped from you while the scintillating shards of every experience you’ve ever had pierce you again and again do you feel it? Do you grasp it? Does the overwhelming beauty, horror, joy, and sadness of this life overwhelm you? Does it drive you to your knees, do you look to the heavens searching for an answer some explanation a reason for it all? Are you crying out for more, for just another moment, for one last breath? If not then it’s time you started living my friend…

Dreams of my Father…

…Last night my father and I went traipsing through a dream… We made up for lost time and unspoken wishes, I showed him the landscapes of other dreams and just for a moment we captured the relationship that never was and never will be…