The timeless nature of music & my search for Brazilica

When I was a kid there was an album that my Father would always play on the record player that I resigned myself to being lost to the ages, I wasn’t any older than 4 years old, so it is safe to say that I hadn't mastered the art of connecting a name to a …

Mandates should never go out of style – A gift from my Dad

Nowadays it seems that madness is the norm, rather than the exception. My  Grandmother had a saying that she relayed to my Dad when he was a child and in turn he relayed it to me and my siblings. “It starts at home and spreads abroad.” This was often the opening to one of his …

Momma: Reflections from your son on your Birthday.

As a grown man, I can look back with clarity on years that have elapsed and for the life of me, I am at a loss as to what thought process was running through my head as a child. Many people reflect back on their respective childhoods with recollections of the difficulties that they burdened …

Why is my son my Hero? A soliloquy

When my son thrust this pencil inches from my face and posed the question to me that was etched on it. I was unsure if it was done in the spirit of good natured sarcasm or in the spirit of sincere discovery. But, I found myself doing a deep dive into the annals of reflection …

My take on advancing the Dream – An ode to my Grandmother and the other Giants

I have always been entranced by the narrative of history ever since my father mandated that reading the family collection of World Book encyclopedias was to be my sole form of entertainment. Initially, I equated it with cruel and unusual punishment before I realized the power that came with the comprehension and respect of history. …

Harboring hatred towards stupidity when love isn’t enough

It is often said that “HATE” is a strong word. But what else encapsulates the feeling that we are forced to contend with when we encounter actions that are the opposite of LOVE? The news headlines that flash across the screens of our computers, tablets, smart phones and the like become more sordid by the moment. …