When I was 8, or 9, or 10, my friends in I were playing baseball in Stanley Park in New Britain, CT. It was summer. And we all stopped and stared as a wall of snow came our way. It passed, and we continued to play. But we all knew we experienced something special. (it’s […]

Olivia almost had her finger cut of a a Target store. And I am sad to say that we considered suing. But just for an hour or so. We saved ourselves from going down that road. But, at the same time, we got a taste of what the sue bug feels like. Let me tell […]

I was listening to the radio the morning after the Haiti earthquake and listened to a man call in. He was walking around in the streets, with nowhere to go. His girlfriend heard him on the radio, so she too called in. I listened to them reunite on the radio. She asked if that was […]

This is a poem I wrote based on the painting “The Harvesters” (when you click that link you’ll be amazed at how many copies of the exact same image appear) by Pieter Bruegel. I like that painting for the sleeping harvester, for the pear tree, for the path through the field of wheat, for the wagon […]