You tend to be more honest with yourself when you write it all down.

I am the father of three teens, two boys one girl. I’m not perfect but I’ve learned something I would like to share.

This short, nonfiction piece is about the day I left New Jersey and moved to Chicago, over fourteen and a half years ago. It is perhaps the beginning of a novel. It is also a piece of work that got me accepted into the Long Ridge Writers Group School of Writing over five years ago. This version has been revised and edited a bit. I also changed it from third person to first person. Although I KNOW it is not perfect, it is just something I wanted to throw out there. I hope you enjoy it.

Poetry as expressive therapy.