A Space True and North

Dear Reader, Please be aware that I am not slacking off in pursuing my guide to Milton Mayeroff’s On Caring. What is actually occurring is ...

In bright colors my cares evaporate. Brilliant hued exotic flowers shout celebration to me, of life, of wonder and of full awareness. Peacef...

On those mornings when I wasn’t lying on the beach and when the sun was shining and when I wasn’t too wrecked still from the night before I ...

On the way to Ocean City we would take the boulevard from Route 9 and over a white cement bridge built with money from the flush sixties. On...

There is a smell to the ocean that is unique. What you sense is not one smell. Each cove and bay and bit of open shoreline has its own s...

It is weird how tied On Caring is to my memory of that one specific place and time, 1970s Ocean City. Each time I pick up the book I can al...

On those rare days in beach world when I did not have to work in the evening I would stay late on the strand. My family’s apartment was 1 ½...