“There were days like this, that passed without an image”

Every summer for the past 25 years, my wife and I have gone up to Cape Cod to spend a week with my family.  The family used to cram itself into a three or four bedroom house my… Read More

On A “Person of Interest” and Other Euphemisms

My father hates euphemisms.  A retired English professor, he is a purist when it comes to language.  He believes you should say what you mean to say. This distaste for euphemisms has sometimes led to discomfort on my… Read More

For Father’s Day

As regular readers of this blog know, I look for any excuse to post a poem by my father. Here is one he wrote for his own father, a poem that has influenced everything I have ever written…. Read More

Latest Twist On The Car In Our Front Yard

Over the last week or so, I have written a couple of times about the guy who drove his car onto our front lawn and into our brick wall.  The incident has created quite a stir on our… Read More

“. . . steeples, come to nothing, shape the sky”

This weekend I will be attending a poetry reading at the Renaissance Center in Amherst, Massachusetts in honor of my father, who turns 95 this month. Forty people will be reading from one of my father’s poetry collections…. Read More