Part 1 of 2Time and Love and Truth and Art. A foursome intertwined that encircles the world of my thoughts as they spin in search of the answer to why am I here; why any of us are here. Time and Love and Truth and Art.
I remember a 1969...
I recently read a thought-provoking article on what is evidently now being called “No-contact families.” What surprised me was how increasingly common it’s evidently becoming…. And that surprise led me to a deeper disappointment about present-day humans.
Growing up watching The Cleavers, The Brady’s, even The Partridge Family….. my home...
Yesterday, I finally accomplished something I've been wanting to accomplish for many years: I watched all three LORD OF THE RINGS movies in succession on the same day. It was, indeed, wonderful to experience the entire story in one sitting – but it's also the first time I've seen...
The other night, while needing a bit of a boost, my wife and I went down a YouTube rabbit hole of L'Oréal commercials aimed at boosting the viewer's self-esteem.
"Because you're worth it," was said over and over again by a glittering array of talented, successful women of all ages...
We all have our personal heroes – or at least we should. Many of my friends and I lost one of ours this past weekend when Dame Maggie Smith died.
I've been a fan of hers since teenhood, a devoted "follower" since my early 20s. She could brilliantly do comedicly...
My wife and I both had sleepless nights last night - but fortunately, not at the same time. When one of us was awake, the other slept soundly… for a bit, anyway. Penny still can’t remember what was keeping her awake, but my brain was riding the Express Train...
I remember that waaaaaay back in my Junior High School years, we had to read the play, watch the film, and discuss "Life With Father" – and (it seemed to me) the primary focus of making us study that was to fully understand the need to "write what you...
My professional life has primarily been spent in the study of America’s great songwriters – beginning with my early infatuation with the songs of Cole Porter and then unavoidably spreading over to Rodgers & Hart, Gershwin, Irving Berlin, Frank Loesser, Jule Styne, Johnny Mercer, Sammy Cahn, et al. It’s...
It’s barely dawn on a Sunday morning – I can hear the neighborhood hoot-owl welcoming the sun while the street sweeper is dutifully doing her job. There’s an occasional car on the street, but not the loud noises of last night.
It’s as close to “silence” as I get in...
I was watching an interview with Ryan Reynolds yesterday (I very much enjoy him), and he said, "If you're listening when you're making a movie, the movie will talk to you - sometimes YELL at you! - to tell you what it needs. You can have everything mapped out...
