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I am not a writer. Many would argue that three published books make me one, but to admit that I am a writer implies that I have arrived. The instant one tells themselves they have mastered something, they remove the challenge that motivates them. After seventy-five years, I am still overwhelmed by everything I don’t know and want to accomplish. We had a good friend and neighbor who sadly passed away several years ago at the young age of 101. Jackie and I saw her regularly, and I remember one visit two years before her death when she excitedly shared that she wanted to start writing poetry. That’s why she lived to be 100—believing there was still something she could learn or do.

This blog is my attempt to grow and share. I am not the grand purveyor of wisdom, simply one of many trying to better themselves. I’ll share thoughts and ideas for upcoming writing here and occasionally an essay. If you disagree with something I say, that’s wonderful. Diversity of thought is what makes this country great. If my writing brings a moment of joy to your day, that’s all the reward I need.

At age thirty-two, I was the only surviving sibling of four, and Jackie and I lost a son over twenty years ago. I still consider myself blessed: friends, an extraordinary career, the best children and grandchildren, and my beloved wife of fifty-four years. Self-pity is destructive. Life has been good to me. However, I live for those I have lost, for the life they could not have. My writing is part of my responsibility to them.