Shaking the Tree of Emotions


Lately, I have been writing a memoir. I don’t know if this is something I will ever publish but it has been a fun exercise. In writing about my life from an early age, I am also seeing more clearly the effect and damage years of being in the closet has had on my life. Continue reading

Life Choices


In the early 1970s, the choices for my life were stark. My father showed me a model of the rugged individualist. Then there was my attraction to men and the life that homosexuality seemed to promise. Neither was what I wanted.  Continue reading



With my niece’s temperature spiking above 102°F last evening, I was worried that it would spike even higher overnight. Every time I woke up to go to the bathroom, which was 3 times last night, I went to my niece’s bedroom to check her temperature. Every time she called me for a drink of water, which seemed to occur like clockwork throughout the night, I checked her temperature. Continue reading



I came down to Philadelphia to watch my three and a half-year-old niece for three days while my brother and sister-in-law went to Las Vegas for the birthday of one of his oldest friends. Yesterday, day one, was easy. My niece was in pre-school most of the morning so I got to go to the gym and run some errands. Today, day two, was another story. Continue reading