It only took 35 entries but I finally got around to penning a few words in honor of my Mom. Without she, there would be no me – and hence no ‘Forty for Forty’. Yeah, you’ve only got her to blame for these 35 rambling posts recounting all those pivotal moments in my life that…
Editor’s Note – As most of you know, as a little challenge to myself, I’ve spent the last year in my run-up to that dreaded 40th Birthday (June 6, 2012) writing 40 posts that say something about my life – or more specifically, how I got to be the guy I am today. Most…
I have a tradition around these parts. Each year, on their birthday, I write a little post in tribute to my kids. While I didn’t begin it when they were first-born (the Blog having not been conceived at that point), I did start somewhere around Colin’s 5th and Aria’s 3rd and I’ve kept it going…
“He loved you, Eddie.” I was newly-minted fourteen years old when I heard those words while sitting in a funeral home in Everett, MA – the town where I began my grade school but quickly retreated from alongside my family for the bucolic small-town splendor of the South Shore communities. Our sudden exodus came at…
On May 22, 1994 – on a beautiful Spring morning in the bucolic Happy Valley that houses the University of Massachusetts, Amherst – I marched through a gauntlet of countless peers standing in the same boat and grabbed hold of my Bachelor’s Degree in Journalism. It marked the crowing achievement on four years of study,…