MonkeyI woke up one day, to find that monkey was missing. The monkey that once caught on to me in a dream. That monkey that I called Creativity. OH what a pain it was with that super active monkey around! It would never stop at any cost. Running around in a flurry, observing stuff, moving on to the next, jumping over…
Eulogy to an Imaginary Little HamsterThose empty eyesIn your adorable faceSeconds after death had claimed youPitch-black pupils passingThrough my catalogue of memories
Barefoot Bob (5/14/75–1/07/13)Every year as the anniversary of Bob’s passing approaches, I take time to reflect on my life. And even death. Bob was a true inspiration. Bob never judged. He always gave people the benefit of the doubt. Bob was not perfect, but he always tried to do the next right thing…
Left, Right“This is your left, and this is your right.” She is showing me which hand is which. I am four or five and having trouble with the concept. She shows me again, holding up hands that are covered with rings and so much larger than mine.
Final Respects for Pat ConroyI heard the sad news of author Pat Conroy’s death last Friday, March 4, on NPR. Those who do not recognize his name probably still know his finest novels: The Price of Tides, The Great Santini, and The Lords of Discipline. He was taken by pancreatic cancer only four weeks…
Eulogy for my fatherMy Dad taught me how to love stories. How to really value stories.Because if you knew Jerry Waldman you knew he had a story for you.All he needed was a few details and he was off and running…
