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The Study

June 21, 2018

Years ago a friend and I were having a discussion over lunch about life when he had asked me what I wanted most out of it. That struck me as a particularly challenging question, straightforward as it was. After giving it some thought, I told him that I simply wanted to be happy. He responded in a surprising way by telling me that me that the people whom he knows who have had happiness as their prime goal have actually been the most unhappy people that he knows of. I’ve been perplexed by this statement for years until I realized something critical.

While my friend...

March 8, 2018

Hygge (Pronounced Hue-Gun) is a Danish word used to acknowledge a special feeling or moment. It can be alone or with friends, at home or out, ordinary or extraordinary but it is always cozy, charming, or special. (from HyggeHouse.com)

On the mornings that I stayed at my grandparents' house, I would always awake to the smell of applewood smoked bacon cooking, wafting its delicious crispy scent into my room. Sleepy, but salivating, I would peel off my blankets (my Nana always made sure I was tucked in under the quilt AND the top sheet, a task I don't adhere to thes...

January 9, 2018

One man stands in a wood by a frozen lake. As green as the pine trees are, the ice which clings to the branches as sap shine like orange diamonds in the distance. This is the only sign that the sun has yet to fully set over the horizon which lay over the base of the winter pines. As he looks out into the sky, the sound of every snowflake that rests on his jacket seems to get sucked out into the cold. The silence is deafening. Why does falling snow always seem to be the loudest form of silence?

It is Janu...

September 13, 2017

For many, this time of year is marked by Pumpkin Spice lattes and Halloween decorations displayed as early as September. Summer is surely over, schools are open, and the sweaters that hibernate in their closets all season long have found their reemergence. When I grew up on the cape, this time of year was indicated by the flooding of the red cranberry bogs; New Hampshire's exhausted cornfield now only show stalky stubs that used to be corn grown high; and here in Connecticut, the last of the Tobacco has been carried off to their red barns and hung to dry....

August 29, 2017

4:30 AM. No one should be awake at 4:30 AM. But here I was getting out of bed before the birds wake up. I met up with two friends who were up to the task and who forged their way through slumber and morning cold (and brrr was it cold!). The pilots were just unfolding their balloons from the trailers as we arrived, the sky was still dark, and the orange crescent moon hung sleepily on the branches of the trees nearby. There were tents nearby offering coffee and tea, which we most certainly stood in line for, our arms in our pockets and our shoes dampening as...

August 14, 2017

The thing about pipe smoking, is that a pipe is very much a functional piece of art: one with plenty of historical and fictional associations. They are great conversation pieces too, and the pipe smoker is the one who enjoys the subtleties of the journey rather than the satisfaction of arriving at the end of the book in any hurry. Images of the crime-cracking Sherlock Holmes, Huck Finn, and 'Ol Caption Ahab come to mind as prominent pipe smokers. Melville was quite descriptive of Ahab's peg-leg of whale bone, and one has to wonder if the stem of his pipe was als...

June 9, 2017

It was going to be a great day. I could feel it. The sky was clear and it was perfect T-shirt weather. It was the kind of day that usually calls for a BBQ. I pulled into the airfield where I met my instructor, checked the plane over, and climbed on in. It was time to fly.

Takeoff

I had just finished my run-up, positioned the cub north at the far end of the runway, checked my rudder controls, and pushed the throttle forward. The airplane pulled forward as I managed the foot peddles to keep the airplane tracking straight as it picked up speed. I pushed the stic...

It was a typical weekday. I was working my first job out of college as a mentor to teenagers in all

walks of life. I’d been in the job for many months when I developed a great friendship with one of “mentees.” He didn’t respect many people, especially male figures in authority. The men he’d known as fathers, “father figures,” teachers and role models had let him down, or at least was his perception. The ones who didn’t weren’t given room to fail, he’d thought they might let him down too. His response: Do not take disrespect. A sort’ve seemingly self-preserving, s...

May 13, 2017

When I saw the plane for the first time, it was particularly foggy. The ground was damp as I exited my car onto the airfield to meet with my flight instructor. Quickly two planes came into view: the yellow 1946 Piper Cub J3C-65s with floats (used for amphibious landings) and the plane which I was to be acquainted with real soon, an old military Cub used at the end of World War II. My flight instructor and I talked a lot about the planes, and as the morning lifted, so the fog lifted off the field revealing a row of many more planes across the field waiting for th...

March 12, 2017

As a kid, I would tend to look out the back window of the car and watch the power lines and the trees move by between the heater lines that spread out evenly across the back window. I would also look out at the sky and take comfort in the clouds that were so high and seemed to cover infinity, feeling safe wrapped under the protective atmosphere of the earth that seemed to expand forever. 

I invite you to look at life at certain times as though you were looking through the eyes of your child-self.  I feel that as we grow older, I think we begin to lose that s...

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