Count the Beautiful Things, Part 2

I wrote a second day's worth.   It's not poetry, really, but here it is.   We could do this sort of thing everyday, and never run out of counting.   Just thankful. Especially for this beautiful bunch.   Not together this year for Thanksgiving, but they'll always be with me, whichever holiday table finds …

Reflecting on Father’s Day

I am a father. It was hard to believe then, and it's hard to believe now.  Life is a miracle.  I've seen it come and go.  As I once looked to my father, gone now some 23 years, my kids now look to me. They've exited the house, and it's quieter now.  No more sudden …

On the Occasion of a Son Turning 21

He's always been a surprise. Not that the expectation for something special wasn't there, but who this young boy I played catch with would become just wasn't on my radar.  The music piece, in a generic sense, didn't surprise me; we've got singers in the family--some good ones (My uncle, closer in age to a …

Growing Up Into Dreams

Last night, I made a proclamation. "Tomorrow, I grow up." It's a Facebook Status kind of thing to say.   Is it true?  Will I grow up today?  On the one hand, each day is a growing up into responsibility and freedom.    Demands grow, stakes go up, opportunities present themselves with alarming swiftness and fickle timing.   …

“Places”

Each night I stand backstage pacing back and forth, running a small ritual that has become important to me as a preparation for a coming night of emotional journeying.  The role of Eric Weiss in Brooklyn Boy is a challenging one, one that I relate to all too well.   And then, inevitably, my friend Carla …

Grief and Beauty

I've been pretty up front about the way I feel about taking Daniel off to Michigan last weekend.  It was hard, but it was exactly right.  But the feeling I've had since that time has unquestionably been one of grief.  I'll miss both my children, but it's not so much that they aren't here as …