A reflection for my wife Jinny on our 22nd wedding anniversary. She is my Lucky Number 22.
This post is not sponsored by America’s Dairy Farmers. It is however, dedicated to my middle son, Evan. He is a truly amazing young man, with a sharp wit, a vibrant personality, an independent work ethic and a centered soul. While Evan is a great reflection of his parents, he is distinctly Evan. He earned his Confirmation …
I wrote this cinquain after visiting my Grandparents this Thanksgiving. My Grandma bakes with her eyes closed and her pies rock. And that’s only a small slice of why I’m thankful this day.
We have so many ways and times to show gratitude in our lives. Sometimes though, we get so immersed in living amidst chaos, that we can’t find the feeling of gratitude, or a way to express it adequately. Think of this as a permission slip to press the pause button on your life’s remote control. Think. …
Hurricane Sandy is a powerful reminder of both our vulnerability and resilience. This post is a poem that straddles that line. Hope those affected by this and disasters like it, quickly find a new normal, blessed by the gift of others’ love and light.
A reflection from Long Beach Island, inspired by the sun setting over Little Egg Harbor Bay.
I wrote the letter below to my Grandpa who recently became seriously ill. While intensely personal at its core, it conveys a broader spirit of hope. Hope that we recognize special people in our lives, and let them know just how much.
I said “I do” twenty years ago to the love of my life. She said “Me too.” And we kissed. Goose bumps? You bet. And I mean right now. It’s hard to believe how quickly twenty years went by. Really freaky. In a good way, though.
We spend a lot of our time at work. Leading change. Managing operations. Driving return on investment (ROI). As we approach Memorial Day weekend, I for one am going to shift my focus. Rewire. Rethink. Renew. Reinvent.
As the son of a son of a sailor I went out on the sea for adventure… The sea’s in my veins, my tradition remains… ~ Jimmy Buffett, 1978 My youngest son AJ is ten. Last Saturday, without any prompting or assistance, he spent hours creating a special Mother’s Day card for Jinny – my …