(5 comments) SHARE        Thursday, August 30, 2012
One Year, Twelve Months... I read all the doctor's notes when I was in the hospital; "Patient is a widow ten-months. She became teary-eyed when she told me that her husband had died." The tone reads as if, "She's still sad after ten-months." Makes me wonder if my eyes hadn't welled with tears if they wouldn't have written, "Patient shows no emotion when telling me that her husband died ten-months ago."

(1 comments) SHARE        Monday, August 20, 2012
I Wish I Knew Him When The officer pulled him over and said, "Son, your car sticks out like a sore thumb." Without missing a beat Philip replied, "So does yours, but you don't hear me complaining."

(1 comments) SHARE        Friday, August 17, 2012
Philipisms After the full body cast was on, they took the unsuspecting young man to his bride-to-be's home. They rang the doorbell and hid. The door opened, and with a loud thud, he fell forward straight into the house. The boys heard the women screech and they took off running.

(3 comments) SHARE        Friday, August 3, 2012
Humans and Other Creatures He was enjoying his mashed potatoes and making this fascinating sound when he ate them. I now know the sound to be "smacking his mouth". Something as an adult I truly find awful, but as a child it intrigued me. I remember thinking, "they must taste awfully good to make such a sound."

(23 comments) SHARE        Monday, July 23, 2012
A Hole in My Heart Perhaps it's not a doctor at all that I should seek for healing? Perhaps it's a lovelorn therapist? Or would it be a Yenta? A Matchmaker like the one Barbra Streisand sings about: "Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match"" If not a love guru, a therapist or a matchmaker, who should I find to heal this hole in my heart?

(3 comments) SHARE        Saturday, July 14, 2012
Life Lessons He taught me to love me. He taught me to appreciate all of me. He also taught me a very valuable lesson: to treat one's losses as one would treat their accomplishments. I remember after an unsuccessful meeting with some HBO hierarchy I was feeling quite downtrodden when I heard Philip ask me, "where would you like to go for dinner? How does The Palm sound?"

(5 comments) SHARE        Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Sweet Memories Every morning he'd lovingly make me a platter of fruit because he knew how much I loved fruit and he knew I'd eat it. He'd cut the rind off the melons' and create a vision of beauty with a colorful assortment of all my favorites. One morning he added radishes. Not just radishes, but radishes cut as if they were roses. When I asked him, "radishes, Philip?" He quickly responded, "It needed something red!"

(5 comments) SHARE        Saturday, June 23, 2012
Last Days We were having a very difficult time moving his dead weight when Steve said, "Buddy, can you move your left arm at all? Indomitable Philip smiled and nodded yes and in the same moment he reached over his body with his right arm and lifted his left into the air! Steve and I laughed heartily and Philip smiled as brightly as his paralyzed face would let him.

(3 comments) SHARE        Wednesday, June 20, 2012
And ThenThere Was One That first Christmas I learned that Philip talked in his sleep. What I didn't know was that I could have carried on a conversation with him -- that he would have answered me! There I lay next to him when I heard him giggle and announce: "I bought you such a gift"!

(10 comments) SHARE        Monday, June 11, 2012
It's All About Enduring Love I heard about him first: "a sit-down comedian in search of a standup audience". He made me laugh even before I knew him.

(22 comments) SHARE        Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Life Goes On? I'm angry that he left me. I'm angry that months before he passed he told a close friend that he didn't expect that he'd make it to the holidays -- and he didn't. It angers me that he didn't tell me. Instead he kept assuring me that he "wasn't going anywhere anytime soon" and I believed him. After all, he looked so well, so alive.

SHARE        Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Class Warfare of The Big C Here we are in the year 2011 and we still have no "cure" for cancer. I remember, as a child over 50-years ago that cancer was the national scourge and that every possible research dollar was going to go into finding the "Cancer Cure".

SHARE        Sunday, January 25, 2009
Brother Can You Spare a Dime? So, here we are – on the brink of -- what? Homeless is no longer the poor "shlub" who no one knows. He or she is our neighbor – or perhaps soon to be – us. The thought, the mere suggestion, is no longer inconceivable. Together we hold our breath; we may even reach our hand out in the hope of a "handout" when in the past the thought would have been too demeaning to even contemplate.

(15 comments) SHARE        Thursday, October 5, 2006
Is it Time for a Bloodless Revolution? If you are mad as hell and tired of taking this anymore then we need to band together and in a collective scream oust every sitting elected official. Together and only if we come together in a single voice, can we send our message loud and clear to those in office, and those seeking office, that we are not going to sit idly by and allow our civil liberties, our inalienable rights, and our humanity to be mocked and abused?

SHARE        Friday, September 22, 2006
An Alternative to Sen. Bill Nelson and Rep. Katherine Harris Independent, Brian Moore, is somewhat of a Don Quixote, and not unlike the middle-aged gentleman from La Mancha, who was obsessed with chivalrous ideals who takes up his lance and sword to defend the helpless and destroy the wicked, Brian Moore has a rich history of raising his voice and fighting against invincible odds.

SHARE        Tuesday, August 8, 2006
A Case for Impeachment Never before has a sitting president deserved it more. Never before has such egregious acts gone ignored and unpunished. It is time we exert our rights as citizens of these United States of America and begin the long road to healing this nation.

(1 comments) SHARE        Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Genocide The inhumanity of man upon man, woman and child is so appalling, so horrible that the words are inexplicably inadequate. The Western world is not innocent. In fact, there are more instances of intrusion, escalation and insertion than this article can include. But, there is one issue that must be stated and that is Depleted Uranium: The dream child of Dick Cheney.

SHARE        Sunday, March 26, 2006
Reaping Profits for the Grim Reaper Body brokers who are willing to sell off parts and tissue of a diseased deceased caring less of the consequences and more about lining their own pockets. It’s become a billon-dollar business. One might rightly state that “they’re worth more dead than alive”.

SHARE        Tuesday, March 7, 2006
These Are a Few of My Scariest Things If any business was run like the government of the United States it would have been out of business long ago.

SHARE        Thursday, February 23, 2006
The Big "A" Alzheimer’s disease is a slow, deliberate eating away of neurons in the brain. It is as if massive portions of the brain have been wiped away. In actuality, that is what happens. Huge chunks of the brain are decimated never to be repaired or returned. Once they’re damaged, once they’re gone, they’re gone forever.