Written March 26th, 2016 I will admit it now, before going any further that I know next to nothing about Classical music. It’s a genre that simply never found any traction in my aesthetic wheelhouse. Some twenty years ago, I stumbled across the great Cellist, Yo Yo Ma while...

Written February 11th, 2017 A number of years ago, perhaps as many as twenty-five or more, while reading one of my many books by Joseph Campbell, I stumbled across a line of thought that has stuck to me like Velcro from the moment it first crossed my eyes. Campbell...

I wrote this the week it first occurred, but came back to mind during much of the Black Lives Matter protests and the resulting reactions from it this past year. I am posting this with the hope of encouraging a level of equilibrium and rationale back into our patriotic...

Written March 4th, 2011 Yes, you read that correctly. Becoming a frog, and by extension, exercising my ‘frog-ness’, which has developed into something of an imperative, an ideal even. And one that I actively and even passionately pursue day after day. This, I understand will involve something of a...

Written February 4th, 2011 From the moment I first felt the impulse to write, which at this point accounts for more than three decades, I became acutely aware of my limitations in doing precisely that. It’s been a speedbump for me from the very beginning. I struggled mightily with...

Written January 14th, 2018 I will ask that you look deeply into these eyes, for they are the eyes of no mere mortal. Nietzsche once wrote, “Alas, there are so many things between heaven and earth of which only the poets have dreamed,” and in Walt Whitman, those words...

Written August 11th, 2020 I would have never suspected that a link existed between the two, but there it was right in front of me, Picasso and Hendrix, artists separated by a generation, a continent, and a World War. But due to their extraordinary talents, and the fame resulting...