Planting a flag here after years away.  Lots has changed – we’ve all grown older, possibly wiser, and definitely busier, juggling what once seemed a much simpler life. 2015 has sunk and 2016 has launched, and with it, the relaunch of this site, which will focus on the bare necessities: good reads, great writing, and one father’s pursuit of trout and the soul nurturing of a daughter that will all-to-soon take to the road on her own great adventure.

First, take a listen to this if you’re feeling the new year blues and are stuck in the moment:  https://soundcloud.com/morningshiftwbez/maximizing-willpower-how-to-do-it-well

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I think a lot about the concept and practice of community.  It’s the professional world I’m immersed in but also a deeply personal and life long yearning to seek, to reach out, to connect.

I wrestle with balancing what constitutes the bonds that are necessary to thrive as a collective and how are they mediated and often opposed by the intense American strain of individualism. The acts of everyday heroism and banding together that are manifesting in the wake of the recent Midwest storms are uplifting and cause for optimism.

Sometimes it’s as easy as sharing in the spirit of gratitude.  A friend who clandestinely raises organic chickens in the city surprised me with a dozen freshly laid eggs.  A small act of kindness whose essence continued to magnify as those eggs became the family breakfast-dinner along with some really good uncured hickory bacon, waffles, and fruit salad.

Thank you amigo, whose identity I’ll keep to myself for fear that the Orwellian bureaucrats will find you and shut down your efforts to create a sustainable ecological community. Keep looking to the stars, it’s where your ancestors always imagined you’d be.

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Fathering @ X-roads

February 4, 2012

What does it mean to be a father? Of an adolescent girl? Of a child heir to a brown future that the present resist? Even if I wanted to, I can cannot escape the brutal reality that she is seen as a brown skinned girl, and as such experiences life differently than most of her friends.

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A Year of No Resolutions

January 1, 2012

New year, no resolutions, no to-do lists, just be present, karma will balance out the account in the end. We’ve passed through the longest night, slowing ascending toward spring, eternal return, the promise of barefeet on green grass, trout courting mayflies, vegetable garden to plant, daughter to inspire, beehives stories piling up, and a dog I’ll need to make sure is waterproof before we take the kayaks out again. For now, the warm sun, a water dog, a child skipping rocks across a tranquil ocean are enough.

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Down the grits and gravy byways…

July 21, 2011

Heading south, we veered off the beaten path, down into western Virginia, ending up in Tennessee, at the foot of the Great Smoky Mountains.

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Machetes, baseball, jibaros, trout, and other signs of Spring

May 12, 2011

First crack of the bat, first trout pulled from the water, first visit to the ball park, the return of the birds – Spring of course is about rejuvenation, but this Spring feels exceptionally fresh and crisp after the long winter Connecticut went through this season.

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Zombie-Proofing in the Dead of New England Winter

January 31, 2011

Even though a Physicist friend of mine swears The Day After Tomorrow is pure fantasy and that the earth’s core cannot cool so rapidly as to plunge the planet into a sudden ice age, I need to hedge my bets, especially with the latest wave of snowpocalypse storms that have dumped more than 4 feet of snow in the past 30 days along the normally temperate Connecticut shoreline.

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Why Ecuador doesn’t have a Luge team, and other winter tales…

January 17, 2011

I live in New England, and therefore I expect snow, lots of it. It’s the reason I bought the Subaru Outback and not my inner car, the Aston Martin.

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Thanksgiving with a Puerto Rican flair

November 30, 2010

The Turkey looked just as plump, only it had a distinct redish tint that could only mean it was rubbed down with sazon.

The stuffing was packed in, only it had the wonderfully wafting aroma of heavily garlicked mofongo.

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Breakfast ala Isla del Encanto

November 24, 2010

As if waking to lapping waves and the rustling of palm trees along ancient mangrove forests with the occasional pelican fly-by were not enough, there’s the obligatory Ricomini tornillo y Yaucono cafe con leche breakfast. Fish are skittish, keep bumping the fly but but not biting. Bait fish are leaping out of the water so something […]

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