A few years ago, through the phenom of Facebook, numerous high school classmates re-entered my life. I attended Willingboro High School in the South Jersey suburb of Willingboro which was one of the original Levittown communities (the others are in New York and Pennsylvania). I have enjoyed catching up with these folks, most of whom…

  This morning at dark o’ clock; 4-something, I woke with the message from the Divine  that I need to be in charge of the content and quality of my thoughts in order to see the highest yield. Nothing new in that statement, but it landed with an impact that stunned me. Although most people would…

  A few days ago, my 24 year old son asked me a question that had me smiling broadly. “Do you think Grandpop would have made a good Popeye?”  He had been watching the Robin Williams movie and in his mind, this image of his gravelly voiced grandfather who had died nearly 4 years ago was…

  Have you ever felt like a crayon that didn’t quite fit in to the Crayola box, no matter how much you wanted to? Your unique color and flavor seemed weird instead. As a child  with glasses, asthma and foot issues that required clunky, red orthopedic shoes, I had often felt like a differently colored crayon,…

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