It was late summer 1980 in East Weymouth, Massachusetts. I was four years old, and my brother, Mike, was two. We lived at 37 Lorraine Street, our little ranch home in a small, family neighborhood where kids played freely, and there were no fences dividing the yards just the forest behind our home. Our backyard … Read more
The sun was just starting to rise over Ahwatukee, casting that perfect golden glow across the desert. It was early June, one of those rare mornings in Phoenix when you could actually enjoy being outside without feeling like you’d stepped into an oven set to broil. My twin Havanese dogs, Barry and Jasper, were already … Read more
The Sedona Room is my writing oasis. An artist hand painted a sunrise over Cathedral Rock across the walls and ceiling, wrapping the room in warm desert hues, reds and oranges and blues stretching overhead while I sit with my feet kicked up on the couch, air conditioning humming, trying to make sense of fifteen … Read more
The photo is Anthony and I aboard the USS Cole circa 1996. The USS Cole cut through the churning Atlantic, slicing past the Frying Pan Shoals buoy near Cape Fear, North Carolina. The mission was clear but shrouded in uncertainty, missing weekend boaters, lost somewhere in the chaos of Hurricane Bertha. The crew didn’t know … Read more