Just Quiet Thoughts

Do you ever wish that you could be a child again? Like a brand new toy coming down the assembly line freshly painted in near mint condition. To be innocent, undamaged and unconditionally loved. Never knowing the pain of loss, betrayal, abuse. Of love given and taken away. Death is just a word without meaning. …

How We Used To Date

Can I carry your school books? Walk you safely home? Would you like to go to the movies with me? Maybe we can exchange phone numbers Write them in the palm of our hands in ink Share popcorn and Junior Mints Then I'll walk you home again

With The Passage Of Time

In the country there wasn't a whole lot to do but it was home and my life. I was rarely ever bored. I'd just step out into my backyard and a wonderful adventure would await me. It was a fantasy world where I played many roles. Hours would pass and the only thing that broke …

My Father’s Early Years

This is a photo of the house my father lived in during the first few years of his life. It was a farm with several acres. There used to be a long henhouse and two barns. A couple of years ago it was put up for sale after sitting vacant a long time. I wanted …

To A Place I’ve Never Been

I'm taking the old A train out of Grand Central Station. It doesn't run much anymore Special Trips and One Way only. My bag is already packed A few clothes and a Bible but I can't find my comb. Do I really need it with hair that's fashionably clipped? I remember my school years where …

Searching For My Family

my paternal grandparents My paternal grandmother died when I was 6 years old. I don't have any photos of her, but her face is permanently etched in my memory. (my sister did find this one photo) A careworn, very strong Sicilian face. She came to America on the ship: "Mendoza" from Realmonte, Grgenti, Italy with …