June 15, 2012

Hubbard Hall Writer's Project

"Twilight ending and a bright new beginning"
The Cambridge Hotel in the background
Tonight a a man became a boy. A few hours ago I was a young Ralphie tearing open the wrapping on his Red Ryder BB gun. I entered historic Hubbard Hall in Cambridge in search of something and I found it. I climbed the wide, well traveled steps to the top of the landing and land I did. I discovered a place that felt like it had been waiting patiently for me to arrive. Tonight was the first meeting of the Hubbard Hall Writer's Project being choreographed by author Jon Katz. A small intimate group of hungry creators gathered to share ideas and stories. Like a bubbling spring, stories and personalities emerged and swirled about. I felt at home. I felt welcome. Although at ease, my pulse was racing. It is racing still. I am among friends here. I will log my journey over the weeks ahead. I will do it here. There is much to tell. For now it is late and I am tired. Tomorrow will come too quickly but not quickly enough. I have been recharged and rejuvenated. Thank you to my beautiful wife for her support. Today will be 38 years of it. Happy Anniversary! This post is dedicated to you. 


  1. P.S. Thank you for commenting on my blog! Jon's workshop sounds wonderful.

  2. Hi John,
    I look forward to reading more about the workshop. Sounds like it will be fun and informative. I was looking for your name and contact email here on your blog site and don't see it. You may want to add it. I only wanted to suggest that the type on your blog page is a bit hard to read. I think it's becasue of the background. I'm a fan of simplicity, so maybe it's only that. You have so much wonderful content and I will spend some time checking it out later. I love your photos!

  3. I'm so glad I found you through Jon and Bedlam Farm. I do like your poetry AND your prose! You will no doubt do well in the writer's workshop. Enjoy!

  4. It was a great pleasure to meet you on Thursday, and your story thoroughly energized me (and I'm sure everyone else) to go home and write, write, write!