Life in the Hypertensive Zone

I hate writing about health. I glaze over when people talk about it regularly. I am bored to tears when I’m fixated on my own health issues. I don’t seek out articles about it. I guess you could say when it comes to this topic I learn about things on a need-to-know...

The debut of ‘Day Brake’

I’m thrilled to be contributing meaningful content to a new venture called A Day Well Lived. My first piece called “Good Grief” was published on its Facebook page last week and Day Brake posts will continue weekly, eventually on its website and in...

Not the Paula Deen Rant You Might Expect

If somebody asked me (in a deposition or in a confessional with the Pope or otherwise) if I have ever said the word “fuck” I might say something like, “Of course.” Underlying it and unspoken might also be, “I’m from Jersey. Doesn’t everybody?” So when I read that in a...

A window on my people

I never met James Gandolfini, but I am intimately acquainted with some of his art. I’m not sure if I quite understood how profoundly it touched me until I found out about his recent passing. I’m an Italian-American from New Jersey. I’m not related to any mobsters, at...

Unloading a Heap of Freight

I recently told a medium that I hate sounding like one of those annoying people whose ship is always coming in, but I feel like I’m on the brink of something. Here’s his response: “Your ship is already in. You need to take the freight off.” As Joey Tribbiani might...