Lost in New Jersey

One thing about New Jersey: A little distance can make a big difference. On short afternoon walks from my suburban hometown, I pass neat row...

A chance tweet caught my eye today: poet Ty Gardner was promoting his latest work, "A Thousand Little Things," which contains 1,0...

Captions in haik u Running in circles, imagining no heaven, children laugh at us. A cloud for a dress. Pink carnations and a crown. The worl...

Mother Cabrini statue on our office windowsill (photo: me 🙂) Reprinted with permission: a message from Msgr. Gregory Mustaciuolo , CEO of t...

Don't it? A month ago, I spent some time feeling inferior, standing in front of my mirror... A camera hung around the neck of my reflect...

Another Wednesday night, another Zoom, another wistful meeting of the Photo Journaling Club of New Milford, NJ.* This week, the club inspire...

The Oculus, New York City, early 2020. I boldly proclaimed last year that I would stop dwelling on the past -- and I've profoundly faile...

Visiting Mom yesterday, I studied my face in the mirror of the downstairs bathroom, which was almost exclusively used by Dad. Earlier in the...

Dad at 2, right, with his father and brothers. Dad knew quite a bit about bad poetry. While cleaning out the garage this past summer, I foun...