Finding My Way Back Home
by Bruce Mulkey, originally published on his blog, brucemulkey.com It was a warm June evening in 1961, the night of my graduation from Tullahoma High School. I’d just returned to Tennessee from playing in a high school all-American football game in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, and was feeling cocky and impatient, eager to get the post-graduation celebration underway. As we sang the final notes of our alma mater, however, I was seized...
Encounters with Shakespeare
by Rob Peck When the last bell rang at 2:55 pm, three years after I’d left I returned to Tenafly High. The hallways of my old high school hadn’t changed. Hopefully homeroom assignments hadn’t either. Just before 3 o’clock I slipped into Room 212. Frank Spada (my 11th grade English Teacher) sat at his desk, head down, right hand gliding a ballpoint pen across a page. I stood motionless, my mind replaying the...
Mr. Sacco
This last four days I’ve been deep in the woods and water of Ontario. I was spending time with a man I first met in fifth grade at Earle Brown Elementary School. He was my teacher then and still is today … some 50 years later. Joe used to smuggle art books into school for me, from his own collection. Rembrandt, DaVinci, Van Gogh, Picasso, and my personal favorite Michelangelo were all represented and invited to share their...
Lessons from my Mom, Judy
Guest post by Rob Peck, www.zestworks.com Judy Peck taught me (mainly by modeling) the efficacy of a few short phrases to instill trust, and inspire loyalty. To be fair, some of the following I learned from my old man, Art Peck- who thankfully is still alive and kicking, and continuing my education. And while I’m at it, a special shout out to my sister, Wendy- who is literally and figuratively the shining image of her beautiful...
My Black History
Embed from Getty Images Note to the reader: To tell my story in the way I want it heard, this piece contains explicit accounts of physical abuse. I wasn’t born hating black men; it wasn’t something I learned from my parents either – in fact my father always taught me to ‘love everybody’. It’s a belief I created from years of abuse and my uncanny ability to project my wounds from that abuse onto every black man I met. I’m...
#NewWarrior Jeffrey N – IamHIV
by Jeffrey Navarre Every year I do a cycling event from Miami to Key West. It’s called the Smart Ride and it raises money for HIV charities in Florida. Some of the reasons I do the ride: My husband works for one of the charities that benefits from the funds raised. I love to cycle. I am a Navy Veteran and I have great healthcare and the money I raise will help people affected by HIV get the medical treatment they need. The event...
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