Something changes the moment you decide you’ve found a person you are ready to reveal parts of your soul to. Something stands out and makes the moment unique. A profound multidimensional clarity resembling a piece of carefully gathered stardust, as if you are whispering “finally” and your eyes fill with light and spontaneity, as if you do not care whether your heart will melt or crumble in the process because your brief courage undoes your tremendous fear of disbelief. You live for these moments, for you are, maybe for one second or more, sweetly forced to surrender yourself to unconditional intimacy: a┬ámoment of psychological reward smashing all self imposed disciplines founded on terror. This is all you need.


Anais Nin

So We’ll Go No More a Roving

So, we’ll go no more a roving

So late into the night,

Though the heart be still as loving,

And the moon be still as bright.


For the sword outwears its sheath,

And the soul wears out the breast,

And the heart must pause to breathe,

And love itself have rest.


Though the night was made for loving,

And the day returns too soon,

Yet we’ll go no more a roving

By the light of the moon.


George Lord Byron

In Memoriam A.H.H.

I hold it true, what’er befall;

I feel it when I sorrow most;

Tis better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.


Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Eva Royce

Evie was my French teacher for my sophmore, junior and senior years at Catalina High School

She was the best teacher I ever had

And one of the two genuinely kind people I have ever known

I was regularly at her home during my college years

I still have the letters which she wrote me during our two year correspondence while I was in Washington for my first two years of law school

A photograph of her and me, taken when I was in my early 30s, is on my desk, to my right, as I type this

She and her roommate, Elizabeth Frantz, were mainstays of my youth and young manhood

I closed Evie’s eyes the morning she died

Happy Birthday Dear Evie

I love you and I miss you

Every Friday night, year after year, I have asked God to watch over your spirit

Just as you always watched over mine

June 10, 1924, Detroit, Michigan

Happy Birthday Dad


JUNE 6, 1944

70 years ago, at the moment I write this blog, the battle to gain the beaches in Normandy still raged.

What valor.

What courage.

What patriotism.

What sacrifice.

God bless the spirits of all the men and women who served so that I might enjoy my freedom.

I am humbled.

It brings tears to my eyes.

Thanks dad, so very very much.