A Poem — It’s a time when things that could be simply aren’t And things that should be seem to always lie just out of reach It’s a time when all you have to give each day falls just short of what you had hoped And all you can look far beyond and…

Midnight ferry from Belfast… — On the midnight ferry from Belfast, as most others sleep and prepare for tomorrow, I find myself instead on the outer deck. Off the stern to the left the familiar lights of the city drift and begin to fade. The memories of our recent days visit flood my mind and…

Scribe’s Writing Prompt: Childhood Memory. — This small town diamond called Gardner Field was our Yankee Stadium, the “Cathedral” of our baseball youth. It had a home-run fence and even lights. This was in years before Wrigley Field even had lights. It was here that I started my baseball career with “The Orange Team” in the…

In the Liam series… — On our morning walks, my grandson Liam and I build connection. The together time itself is carefully orchestrated, but the teaching moments within are what makes it so precious, as they present themselves unplanned and unannounced. …

Reflection and renewal — We made it through winter, but not without scar. Every new Spring brings an element of celebration, every budding wildflower and every gosling that waddles in single file behind its mother are reminders that we survived and that the cycle of life and renewal is beginning again. And we are…

Reflections from the perfect early morning sky — My 6:00 am walks under the stars are one of my most favorite places to be. Over the many years, the stars have become my friends, my safe place, my rock of consistency. Earlier this week I was blessed and amazed to enter the most crystal clear pristine morning sky…

A classical poem of a struggled heart… — Destined not alone, forlorn Tried and fought, and heart be torn No sun, no moon the dark prevails Not now, but soon the fates entail Alone I stride through darkness nigh’ A broken pride a drowning eye But naught I see nor ‘er presume this heart be free except by tomb…