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I am normally a very open-minded person when it comes to Facebook.  My friends have differing opinions and ideologies, and they post them on their Facebook walls.  I don’t have to agree with what they say, and they don’t have to agree with me. Yesterday, I unfriended a longtime Facebook friend.  The comment made?  “If…

I remember the moment clearly.  It was the spring of 2014.  I was visiting the Albany Center Gallery; my photo The Jumbuck, a profile shot of an Icelandic sheep, was my first-ever acceptance into the Capital District Photo Regionals.  Man, what a great moment.  What an accomplishment. Then I received the text. “Dad died.  Don’t…

On my way back from a photo shoot yesterday, I stopped at a country restaurant for lunch.  It was a packed restaurant, but the waitstaff were moving quickly and all customers were greeted in plenty of time.  And I was hungry.  Food time it is. I sat at the counter.  A young waitress – I…

There’s a tremendously sinister wave in our world.  It’s the shaming wave.  It’s the superiority complex wave.  It’s the “I’m better than you and you need to listen to me because I’m right and you’re wrong” wave. Ugh. Think about this.  Think about the time you saw someone or heard about someone’s background, and already…

When you are in any form of media, it’s important to disclose that the information you’re providing is either your own, or that you were requested or required to say something by your company’s mandate.  Or if you are offering testimony on a product in your blog or in your podcast, you need  to disclose…

Tomorrow, my friend Jeremy McNamara gets to fulfill the #1 entry on every competitive runner’s life list. He’s going to run his first-ever Boston Marathon.  He’s wearing running bib number 5475, and he’s going to race the 26 miles from Hopkinton to Copley Square on Monday morning. This is a major, major, major achievement.  I’m…

I’ve written in previous blog posts about my journey.  It was never easy.  I survived many trials – everything from vicious child abuse and horrendous bullying, to several adult struggles in parenthood and relationships. Somehow I made it through all those moments. Today … my struggles are more internal.  Both physical and mental. Last Monday,…

I’m a young boy, visiting my Grandma Betty during the 1970’s.  On occasions when I was well-behaved during the week, she treated me with a visit to the Museum of Science in Boston.  She would let me visit all the exhibits, while she sat down on a chair near the East Wing and knitted. One…

One of the most personal moments of my blogging tenure occurred way back in 2010. On that day, I blogged about a personal moment from 1970 that tore my family to shreds. Long story short – on February 20, 1970, my grandfather made a horrifying choice.  He had a few shots of Cutty Sark in…