We can get lost in life. We lose our place and we wander from one moment to the next unsure of what we are doing or what is next for us. All of us experience something like this during our lives at one point or another. Think about a breakup…


I have written a book. It is a collection of essays on my experiences of connecting with other people and not connecting with them.

I wrote it because I roam back and forth between feeling connected and disconnected to you, to me, to us. These essays are my experiences during…


My sister died when she was 6 hours old. Six hours on this earth; that was her life. I was 1 year old when she passed, so I never knew her. I’m 52 now. …


We all have moments that we will never forget that are part of us, and are forever capable of breathing life into subsequent moments. These are my moments with Robert.

I first saw him on a Thursday evening in late December, 2017, the 21st to be exact, at St. Peters…


Are we going to continue to blame one another? Will we judge to the very end of our short, miraculous lives? Will we let each other know how wrong they are in their behavior, their thoughts, and their feelings? And how wayward and misguided they appear to be, in our…


I took a walk last night through a park by my house. Next to this park is an historic home and grounds once occupied by a wealthy family, but which now hosts holiday events and other posh and community shindigs throughout the seasons. Past the gates there were trees with…


A LONG TIME AGO. As a child and teenager I was a very good athlete. I was always one of the first ones picked on the playground when teams were chosen. That always felt good — ya know, to not have to wait around for your name to be called…


I have come to a dangerous conclusion: I have to write every day to feel good. I say dangerous because it feeds the notion that I am not enough unless I write. But why? Why this pull to share my thoughts in the form of the written word? Am I…


SO THAT HE MAY LIVE ON. . .

he had two children,
one died long ago,
the other, spared, because fatherhood
could not be missed on this man

his tenderness was shaped by a lifetime
of keeping feelings inside, and whose
gravelly voice and stern looks
were followed always with…


I’ve been in ruts before. Some I have gotten over in a few days, even a couple hours. Others have lasted longer. One lasted 12 months. That was rough. I didn’t shower for a month — which was probably rougher on others. But with every single rut I have ever…

Jerry Nehr, Soul Food

I write and speak on topics of Social Justice, Addiction, Leadership and the every day challenges and wonder of living.

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