A Father Day missive – For my Dad

Daddy, I am proud to be your son. I have a number of gifts that I’ve been privileged enough to discover, while other gifts lie dormant waiting to be tapped into. As you know one of my uncanny talents happen to be the spot on impersonation that I can do of you, my recollections ofContinue reading “A Father Day missive – For my Dad”

Leaving you… Doesn’t mean that we’re apart.

Much of who I am had its beginnings in your bosom. I came of age under your tutelage, experiencing victories and defeats alike. I hear your inflections in my voice when I speak. I compare your siblings to you and none of them measures up to you. My experiences inform my steps as I claimContinue reading “Leaving you… Doesn’t mean that we’re apart.”

My corporal punishment was unconditional love

I grew up in the latter half of the 1970’s and the early 1980’s, where corporal punishment was the rule of thumb. My parents scoffed at the concept of sparing the rod, breaking the rod was probably more in line with their philosophy. In retrospect I am grateful that the rod was not withheld andContinue reading “My corporal punishment was unconditional love”