The man with a crack in his back likes green eggs and ham.

It has been so long since I last wrote a blog.  What seemed so smooth and effortless has become herky-jerky as I stutter through broken words.  I have lost my rhythm.  In a rut, that’s where I am, where life is sustained more by the involuntary movements of my heart and diaphragm; unable to feelContinue reading “The man with a crack in his back likes green eggs and ham.”

There’s no rosin on my bow.

I ran across this brief essay that I had written at the time of the 9-11-2001 tragedy.  This came at a time when I was heavy into psychotherapy for childhood sexual abuse. Reliving my experiences caused me to make a comparison between the misery of 9-11-2001 and childhood sexual abuse.  I’m sorry if I offendedContinue reading “There’s no rosin on my bow.”

Philip Seymour Hoffman — tell me your secrets.

The recent death of Philip Seymour Hoffman brings admirers to their knees, and gives reason to reflect on his magic.  Hoffman was possibly the greatest actor of our generation.  Each time I’ve viewed one of his performances, I came away with a clearer vision of life.   His creativity was never in question, and the masteryContinue reading “Philip Seymour Hoffman — tell me your secrets.”

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