From the Grandpa Leonard Series — Another very personal relic of my Grandpa Leonard that I have been blessed and entrusted with is his wallet. It seems perhaps an odd piece to cling to, but it holds such a realness as it reflects his everyday life. Much different than say an award to frame, or a…

In The Real you’ll find the truest me — The Real is a deeper and distant place, a protected and guarded ground. A place I sometimes visit, though not as often as I should, and almost always just alone. Not many are let in. And although few are invited, fewer still desire to even come at all. Here in…

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…

And purpose is returned to me —

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…

A moment of re-finding myself —