Though I’ve lived in Connecticut three quarters of my life I’ve always considered myself a transplanted New Yorker. There weren’t many “New Yorkers” during my nearly 33-year teaching career at Helen Keller Middle School, not realNew Yorkers. But when Ted Continue reading “Industrial Arts Teacher Leaves a Legacy”→
It was election week. Corona, politics and corona politics left little else to think about. As palpable tensions of abounding unknowns saturated the nervous airwaves, concerns grew ever deeper. Something had to give; either there was to be a seismic shift toward reason and sensibility Continue reading “Gotta Love ’em!”→
You’ve barely opened your eyes and the morning SOS express (not ‘save our ship’ but ‘same ol’ stuff’ or four-letter explicative) is impatiently waiting at the door of your brand new day. The conductor shouts, “All aboard” and though you would love to roll over you Continue reading “All Aboard”→
As soon as our ears can hear, words are translated into action. There are all types of words. They can be powerful, playful, musical, monotonically robotic, harmful, loving, meaningful, or meaningless. Some bring joy and can make us laugh, others can make us cry Continue reading “Words”→
As the sun began its descent into the western winter sky, its message illuminated the great outdoors and quickly thawed the frozen crevasses of my sedentary mind. Unlike prior weeks of the worst winter in recent history, this sun beamed into our living room with undeniable force Continue reading “Rendezvous with Destiny — A True Story”→
Editor’s note: This is the second installment of a three-part series based on the author’s experiences on a family-owned property on Mambert Road in New York, east of the Hudson River.Here is the first part, published on Aug. 21.
In the township of Livingston, New York, approximately a quarter mile beyond the intersection where Water Street and Bells Pond Road become one lonely road, a tilted tired old street sign rests against a thicket of overgrown perennial vines indicating Mambert Road.
My emotions often well up when I witness what I consider perfection. Really, and anything goes, from watching a Disney animation to a civil rights protest on CNN. Any outward display of genuine human love tugs at my heartstrings. Listening to the Beatles or Beethoven or anything Continue reading “Love In Action”→
It’s been said that there are only two types of people, Italians and people who wished they were Italian. We La Valles always knew we were Italian, and figured we were at least 100% if not more. My mother’s parents were straight off the boat, yet dad’s folks were born in New York Continue reading “Video: Bobby Bakes No Knead-e Bread”→