In Honor of the Class of 2019: ‘The Boy’

In Honor of the Class of 2019: ‘The Boy’

Dear Graduating Seniors, Congratulations! Your twelve years of grade school will soon culminate with gifts, celebrations and a sense of pride. Consider this a simple offering intended to recognize and reward your efforts over the years. My poem The Boy is a reminder...
30 Years Later . . .

30 Years Later . . .

By Elizabeth F. McNamara This weekend marks the 30th anniversary of Neal’s and my move to 18 Prospect Street from a fourth floor walkup on West 21st Street in New York City. Geez, that went fast! A lot has happened over those 30 years, including three children, a...
The Sixth Man

The Sixth Man

By Bob Houghtaling John Havlicek, the great Boston Celtic from the 60’s and 70’s, recently passed away. He was one of my first sports related heroes. Many are remembering him for his 8 Championship Rings. Others recall his “Havlicek Stole the Ball” moment against Wilt...

‘Macie Brown,’ a Poem

By Bob Houghtaling At Hometown Elementary School, A place not far away, Children were coming back inside Following some recess play. After a brief refreshing snack, Then drinks from plastic cups, Students were all asked to share “What I’ll be when all grown...
Did You Ever Think?

Did You Ever Think?

By Bob Houghtaling Who would have thought 30 years ago that one day children would need to be taught how to play? Who would have thought that strategies were necessary to help kids talk with each other, remain focused and relax? We are presently in the midst of a...
So Much Alike

So Much Alike

By Bob Houghtaling Love and its expression is key to the human experience. All too often who we choose to share love with is scrutinized and castigated. My poem “Just Like Me” (below) is my attempt to say how much alike we all are while also cherishing our...