As far back as I can remember I was bullied in school. I read science fiction, comic books and poetry. I drew, painted and wrote. I was principled, upbeat and cared about people, animals and nature. I spent many hours exploring the woodlands behind my house in New York. I was also shy, immature and lonely.… [Read more…]
April 28, 2010
I hate suffering. I even hate the word. I hate the idea of being in love with suffering. Not just because I think it is stupid or a cliché – it is – but because as much as I hate to admit it, there are places in my life where it is true. “The truth… [Read more…]
April 25, 2010
Knowing all my lessons, my responsibilities and my obligations the lingering question becomes an issue of when to call. When do I reach out and let her know that not a day goes by that I don’t think of her. Do I call at high school graduation, Christmas, birthdays, holidays, weekdays or Mondays? There is… [Read more…]
March 14, 2010
It is not a black-and-white world. Sometimes I wish it were. There are adults who grew up in broken homes and condemn my choices. The truth is they are choosing to paint my reality based on their experiences. I know because people are more than willing to send me an email or tweet and tell me… [Read more…]
March 8, 2010
The first time you screw up it’s a mistake, the second time it’s by choice. I never thought I would find myself in this situation again. After all, I have my rules—clearly-defined, hard-worn, time-proven rules – the kind you accumulate over a lifetime of mistakes. Rules such as never eat the last spare rib on… [Read more…]
February 21, 2010
However, one of the most painful situations arose when Cassie was four. She stopped calling me “Dad” and started calling me “Sean”. When asked where she got this from, Cassie said it is what her mother told her to do. She was being taught to call her stepfather “dad”. Now other than my pride and… [Read more…]
December 27, 2009
My daughter hates me. Why shouldn’t she?
December 24, 2009
As my Marine Corp Drill Instructor might say: “Good initiative, poor judgment.” Sometimes, it wasn’t even good initiative. Lessons for life - the good, the bad and the ugly.
December 2, 2009
Every day in school was not about education or learning but rather it was about getting enough air while not being seen. Everything I did in school was about trying to survive.
December 8, 2011
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