A Theory of Love

The idea of love always puzzled me. For what seems an eternity—10 years, give or take—I have pondered the nature and meaning of this four-letter word. But that was until I met one woman.

What Does One Have to Do?

To grow tall, one must grow deep. To grow deep, one must break through. To break through, one must break down. To break down, one must break in.

Cities Named Icarus

Cities of towers erect from the will of men, their wildest dreams, their fantasies; and they rise, and they rise, to the sky, to the sun.

The Most Beautiful Day of My Life: A Long Island Ballade That Almost Didn’t Happen

The Most Beautiful Day of My Life: A Long Island Ballade That Almost Didn’t Happen What is the most beautiful day of your life? Before last year, I had never answered this question. I could not have told you what the most beautiful day of my life was. I didn’t have one. I had experiencedContinue reading “The Most Beautiful Day of My Life: A Long Island Ballade That Almost Didn’t Happen”


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