Where there is fear there is hope, where there is darkness there is light, where there is suffering there is … Continue reading America is Great.
Some of us know too well the test of adversity and hardship and live in fear every day but … Continue reading I’m an American
Continue reading Love is not so much overrated as it is misunderstood. It is perhaps the most complex emotion in the human experience. My father loved me. I know he did. Not because he ever told me so but because he never uttered the words. He kept it inside to show me how men survive. He, like most men of his generation was honed to be stoic. He was not unfeeling or emotionally challenged. Growing up in the 1930s, a man becomes a man by burying all of the compassion that would make him vulnerable. I doubt that his father ever said aloud that he loved him. I can only recall two times he ever embraced me. The first was when I told him that his son was going to die, not in the physical sence but that he would never see him in the same way again. The last time he hugged me was when he was dying. When I said goodby to my wife and children on a colorless January morning in 1994, I never shed a tear. I simply drove away. If I felt anything at all it was exhileration and a fear of the unknown. It would be years later that I would break apart releasing all of that emotional energy that had been locked away and understand completely that sometimes -as Eric Segal had observed in his debut novel, love sometimes means having to say goodby.
She is in full bloom A crimson flower with arms outstretched and reaching up to the Son A living example … Continue reading Mother
The Toy Nana: That’s a toy. It’s for children. I’m not getting that for your daughter. Me (in my Arnold … Continue reading The Toy
modern feminism has a face very much like your mother’s, sister’s, or daughter’s, Continue reading The Face of Modern Feminism
The doors were locked behind us and no one talked as they rolled the silent black and white film and hundreds of naked men women and children huddled together standing in the snow beside rail cars appeared on the screen. Continue reading Remembering the Holocaust
a symbol like our flag can represent freedom to some but oppression to others is simply ludicrous. Continue reading Our Embattled Flag !
My First visit to WAWA It’s late and raining. I stop to get gas at this well lit “7-11” wannabe … Continue reading My First Visit to WAWA
Rachel 492 wds It was bone cracking cold the day the tall thin girl in a … Continue reading Rachel (revised)