This short bit of prose is an attempt to tell you WHY I’ve done good and bad things with my hands. Growing up Brian was a fascinating phenomenon.  I grew up in the woods of rural NJ.  There were few kids in my neighborhood.  The children that were available as

OTHERING can be an addiction.  It’s easy to hate.  Being passionately engaged in partisan politics doesn’t make a person brave. It’s a sorry existence to living a life that finds meaning by hating others.  How hollow must life be to find hope in crusades that take away human dignity.   We

Today I was talking with my seven year old daughter. She mentioned to me that her four year old little sister would be attending her very first Brazilian Jiu Jitsu class. My youngest is a fiery banshee woman who lives with her heart on her sleeve. Default aggressive and BIG

I grew up a young man that didn’t fit in. I was born socially awkward but with analytical capability above par. My life was normal on the surface,but beneath the surface was an unease and festering of difficult emotions and scenarios. My childhood was spent as chameleon. Too different. Too