Have you ever stopped believing in someone? In you? In goodness?

When is too much TOO much? When do human beings stop? When do we stop being someone else’s everything? Be it a friend, a mother, a spouse, a mentor, a companion in this crazy world — when does the last straw become the last straw? When do we stop believing in ourselves, in someone else?? 

Why you should never let time have her way with you.

“Lost time is never found again.” ~ Benjamin Franklin I made a huge colossal mistake this last year.  I let time have her way with me. I let her creep up and pass me by without so much as a glance in her direction.  I squandered the present until it became the past and I failed…

Is a life ever unworthy of life?

Remembering the autocracies of war on Pearl Harbor Day … The other day, I upgraded my “something-something Samsung” to an iPhone 6Plus. It took about an hour for the transformation to be processed and completed — an hour wasted, or so I thought. During that time, I stood next to an older gentleman who was also…

In the company of a fallen sailor …

A few days ago I was fortunate — and yes, I meant to use the word “fortunate” — to be traveling on a commercial airplane commandeered by the U.S. Navy.

Nanu Nanu – a final salute to a genius …

In honor of the often misunderstood, but still undeniable genius that passed yesterday, I watched Good Morning Vietnam last night. I tried to watch The Bird Cage, a movie that’s poignant humor will never cease to put me in a good mood, but couldn’t find it On Demand so I opted for Vietnam. And to…

At The Tomb of the Unknowns …

“My dedication to this sacred duty is total and wholehearted. In the responsibility bestowed on me never will I falter. And with dignity and perseverance my standard will remain perfection. Through the years of diligence and praise and the discomfort of the elements, I will walk my tour in humble reverence to the best of…

When you see dirt under someone’s fingernails …

Children – young children – don’t notice the dirt under someone’s fingernails … especially when they’re handing you a slice of birthday cake. And if they do, they don’t think much of it other than that the said someone needs to wash their hands. When I was young – say six, seven … nine, ten…

Republicans are more patriotic than democrats

Republicans are more patriotic than democrats. That’s what I used to think. I’m not sure why – other than the fact that I like elephants. My mother was/is a democrat. And by no means did I grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth (or hidden in a kitchen drawer somewhere). But I never…