It’s been nearly 50 years since the last helicopters of Americans, and Vietnamese evacuees, left Vietnam and closed that chapter. Well, not exactly. Stories of that time and place continued to be told, and here is quite a riveting tale of compassion and heroism. Beginning of the end timeline: January 1968: The Tet Offensive. March … More Getting Out of Saigon by Ralph White (book review)
Zeus was a black lab, adopted as a pup as part of a litter left at the animal shelter. He was 11 years old when I met him; it was my first date with his mom. Zeus was a great chaperone on our picnic at the park. He didn’t really form his impression on me … More Life With Zeusy: The Dog That Taught Me About My Life
Days of future remembrance Dreams beyond my stretch Of a life no one really inhabits Something else to kvetch — Time is just a hypnotist’s bobble Cannot parse the fake from real So many characters, all this fantasy Stay around for the reveal — Beautiful is my favorite color No majesty in fawning majestic The … More Within Reach
Thank you Greg Norman for giving me an excuse to once again write about Jamal Khashoggi, the Saudi journalist who was brutally murdered inside the Saudi embassy in Turkey. Norman is a successful professional golfer who is involved with a Saudi-backed golf organization. Recently, Norman made comments about the Khashoggi murder, seemingly chalking it up … More Still Awaiting Justice for Jamal Khashoggi
These are my opinions. I find the events of the past days horrifying and yet familiar. Maybe I should stick to music, films and poetry. I’ll return to that soon, a reflection of my own safe and free existence. For a moment, I will howl at the moon. Why should Americans care about the invasion … More Meet the New Boss, Same As the Old Boss
Searching, what do I give to you? Days, I pondered and debated Showing, we are a blended two Perfect, not too little or overstated — Learning, the rhythm takes time Imperfect, a misstep and unforced error Knowing, we won’t always rhyme Retiring, the wayward wayfarer — Asking, my unabashed story Searching, for magic lasting years … More For the Asking
Morning burns away the fog of yesterday Through these eyes I see almost clearly Each year compounds what’s valued I cherish those moments dearly — Once in a dream, I found you My beating heart is heavily scarred Tread lightly on this used soul Reminding myself to love hard — Absence crystalizes those snapshots Tightly … More The Fog of Memory
It’s me. I wear a mask, not for concealing my identity or religious reasons, I do not even wear it to protect myself. My concern is other people, yes, even in a society that is all about “me first” and “don’t fence me in.” It is my right to protect the mask-less, and I do. … More Who is That Masked Man?
Hail Mary, more than a touchdown Tears fall, streaming down my face These silent prayers reach God’s ear The heart is thirsty for a loving embrace – Life floats beyond outstretched fingers I see, but cannot reach the healing light I am tired, frustrated and scared But vow to not surrender the fight –
Take a moment, how do you rate? Not bulletproof just compassionate Battered, but far from needing a transplant A safe house, always a willing confidante Weighty enough to tether you to reality Stepping forward to seize your responsibility Humble mastery of your malfunctions Correcting damage from your compunctions Resisting the pull of immature behavior Stand … More The Introspective Soul
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