One of my favorite parts of being a parent (and one of my favorite things as a child) is going to the playground with my son, Mikey. Hearing his laughter and seeing the smile on his face as he would come down the sliding board or as I pushed him on the swing are a… Read More This Used to Be Their Playground
Here’s one of my favorite assignments (a narrative-storytelling project) from a recent photography class: My son, Mikey, is very creative and loves doing art in many ways. He uses this ability to communicate because he is autistic and has very few words to verbalize his feelings. Making things with Play-Doh is one of his favorite… Read More Rainbow Play-Doh with Mikey O.
Here’s an essay I wrote for a photography class I took about a year ago. The assignment was called, “Unphotographable.” We had to write about a photo we never got to take. This is a photo I did not take: Starry, Starry Night. I grew up in an apartment building in New Jersey, six miles… Read More Starry, Starry Night
Took these photos of the sky a few days ago. It had been a stormy morning, but the clouds were clearing during “rush hour.” What a beautiful display Nature put on for me as I traveled along the highway. It had been a stressful day, but the sky show before me was very calming. Hope… Read More Looking Toward the Sky
It has been two months since my wife’s AVM and brain surgery. In those eight weeks, I’ve been as big a part of her healing process as I could be over the phone (due to COVID restrictions). In addition, I have been keeping my son’s remote schoolwork going and trying to figure the best way… Read More Adventures In Avalon
The solitary figure walks slowly and quietly down the hallways of his home, and silently through each room. He casts no shadow in the darkness of the wee hours of the morning and his careful steps are intentional as not to wake anyone. His hands clasped behind his back, he walks back and forth like… Read More The Somnambulist Sentry
The human heart takes about 0.8 of a second to beat. Rounding that to a second is a still almost imperceptible amount of time, yet so much can happen in that duration.
In a single heartbeat’s time, a single second, 4.3 babies are born and 1.8 people die around the world. More than… Read More A Single Heartbeat
I wrote this on the morning of Inauguration Day, January 20, 2021… Stomach can begin to unknot. Holding of breath can release. Hope can return. Pride starts to fill me again. Four years is a long time to have felt emotionally and physically ill. On this date in 2009, I watched our first black president… Read More Feeling Hopeful