Suprise Me

Do we still make beautiful things? Can something be both utilitarian and a masterpiece? Is it possible for functionality and aesthetic beauty to coexist in perfect harmony? While walking the streets of Barcelona I can’t help but be intrigued by the idea of why utility and artistic expression converged. A journey through the older streets… Read More

The Writing Life Why do we write?   For me words seem to come easily and I enjoy the writing process.   (See Why I Blog) But here’s what some renown writers have to say about their writing life. “I write because I can’t be satisfied with the colossal job of living … I must order my… Read More

1970 was a turbulent year. Four of us graduated with perfect grade-point averages, but we were not asked to give remarks at graduation. I think the school feared what we might say. It was just a few weeks after protesting students at Kent State were shot by National Guardsmen. So I had to be content… Read More

It was just supposed to be with friends, not with a girl I didn’t even know. Read More

Or maybe that’s part of why I eventually “ghosted” him. I didn’t yet have the maturity, the empathy, the compassion that being involved with someone like him would have required in the long term. Read More

The neighborhoods are beginning to welcome Paayme Paxaayt back into their lives. Read More

Dan and I started dating during my Junior year at Brandeis. He graduated that year, but lived locally, and would come by after dinner to spend the night. He always began phrases, “When we are married…” Finally I said, “Do you really think we’ll get married?” He responded affirmatively, so I said, “Why don’t you… Read More

A few days ago I had one of those experiences – the kind that you feel in your body before you know what it is – the kind that crystalizes some deep truth in your life. While walking in our local woods with my son, now 36, I noticed he had stopped behind me on… Read More

White Shoulders – for Aunt Frances I’m from a small family and have always felt close to my aunts and uncles.  Now, like my parents,  they’re all gone. (For more about my family see  Call Me by Their Names) My parents were each the middle child of three, and both had strong bonds with their… Read More

The Ghost From The Cornfield How I Stopped Smoking By Kevin J. W. Driscoll (c) 2025 The flickering TV screen illuminated the dimly lit living room. I was mesmerized, watching Shoeless Joe Jackson in Field Of Dreams glide across the makeshift baseball diamond, the cornstalks swaying gently in the summer breeze. Then, it happened. Another… Read More