It's never too late to be Great. Read More

In the late sixties I was drawn to a song by British composer Leslie Bricusse, “When I Look in Your Eyes.” The music was haunting, the lyrics discomforting. They spoke of a depth of feeling and life experience I did not have. Sometimes now I’ll hear teens debate the “best” eye color—hazel? blue? green? brown?—or… Read More

This is not my story. It is the story of my friend and longtime neighbor, “L”. Last year L approached me to ask for my help in documenting her story of escape and struggle. A refugee’s story. In 1959, at age nine, L and her parents fled Castro’s Cuba. It is a story I never… Read More

Of brothers and a war Read More

My uncle was an old-school, small-town newspaperman.  Read More

I would never have believed it -- and maybe I should have. Read More

Sometimes the prize you seek is not the prize at all. Read More

In September 2001 I lived in a country setting below converging flight paths into Boston. On the twelfth I went out to lie in the high grass, to scan the clear sky and to think. The emptiness. The silence. The peace. For this brief moment, the frenetic world I knew had stopped spinning—it was a… Read More

Our town was a very very very fine town Read More

Would you like to swing on a star? Read More