Author: Ron Stempkowski
The Quiet Day
This June 1 isn’t particularly sad for me…the last few haven’t been, per se. They are thoughtful days. And they are quiet days–meaning, aside from work I’m not overly com... Read More
Widower No More
There was a time when I never thought I’d be doing what I was doing. Ever. But it was happening, and I didn’t have any emotional reaction to it. It was time. Five-and-half years later, I’d reach... Read More
That Time Gram had a Book Written about Me
When I found “Sammy the Robot” from my previous blog, I also ran across another treasured relic that has been with me even longer. My gram was severely disabled by rheumatoid arthritis f... Read More
Writing Away…Since 1982
I remember discovering my love of writing when I was around thirteen. It’s galvanized in my memory, and when I think about it, I’m filled with the kind of warmth that can only accompany th... Read More
How WhirlyBall Triggered my Middle School Sports PTSD
As I’ve written before, sports has never been my thing. Team sports, especially. But as an adult, I did something to conquer that fear: I stopped playing them! It wasn’t until I was traini... Read More
Of New Beginnings
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end. Christmas approached, skulking around dubiously then receded like I’d never experienced before. I was happy to see it go. I was thril... Read More
Returning to Stars Hollow
I stumbled into the quaint New England town of Stars Hollow in the fall of 2000. After my friend Mark called me up and said there was a fast-talking, quick-witted new TV show on that he thought I woul... Read More
A Letter to the Gay-Loving Trump Voter
So, you voted for Trump. And you claim to love someone who is gay. Well, here’s why you may not be hearing from them as much. You see, your vote for Trump really says this to a gay person: “You’... Read More