“I told my wife that I am putting in my will that A Night on Buddy’s Bench be read to me when I’m at the end of my life.”

Paul Royka, Author, fine art and antique appraiser, Lunnenberg, MA

“It’s a pilgrimage, it’s intimate, it’s sweet, it makes your heart warmer.”

Carlota Moreno, Poet, Camino de Santigo Trail Guide

“It’s a great piece of writing, profoundly simple and for me, deeply meaningful.”

Maureen Rizzi, Director of Training, New York State United Teachers

“It is truly a heart-warming experience. It is beautifully written. A combination of words that go straight to the heart in a very gentle way. It caresses you to an obvious end. We all know we are going to die.”

Larry Bell, Wordsmith, Washington DC

“What a magical book … beautiful poetry of remembrances set in verse. My mom died in December, my dad seems to be in steep decline. Your words have lifted my soul and inspired me to write, while in the moment.”

Joe F. Connolly, Program Director, Adult Education, University of Massachusetts

“Your work brought sweet tears to my eyes. We are sailors and have a passion for the sea. The visuals you conveyed with your words took us to the bench overlooking the sea. Thank you.”

Sheila Waldman, Publisher of Tristan Books

“I love your book!!! I have also had others read it and they are deeply touched by both the words/message and illustrators. It is lovely and so gentle, thoughtful, respectful and moving. I have read it to Bob and, although it is hard to tell anymore what he is thinking or feeling, he seemed calmed by it and touched some of the illustrations.”

Sue Lehr, PhD, Author, of “Brilliant Bob – My Husband with Alzheimer’s Disease – Our Love Story, Beautiful Ben – My Son with Autism”

“Absolutely loved it. Every fiber of me felt … the words. That focal point of comfort from which to view the world, to ask the questions, big and small, to feel grief and reassurance, to put your hand in your pocket and caress those loving memories. To pass those memories on to others, to share with those you love; even though they may seem to be but a phantom voice in the night, they are a living presence in your soul, in your mind, in your flesh.”

Jim Plaia, English Teacher, Poet, Barcelona Spain

“It evokes that atmosphere of Monhegan Island, but also of old age and memories. I’m convinced that it’s the seeking, questioning and accepting that are most important to me at this point. I love the way the illustrations capture the moods and beauty of the island.”

Martha Blossom, Retired meteorologist, nonagenarian island visitor

“I appreciate the simple yet rich language that brings color and life to the printed page and to our imagination. I was particularly taken by your use of the changing seasons and young and older characters to symbolize the stages in our lives and the continuity of life. The major life questions we ask can remain unanswerable. I appreciate how you were able to provide both a yes/no response to that dilemma. I think this is a book for young and old alike. There is a thread of continuity you weave throughout the story that provides, peace and inspiration. I would love to have you send a copy of the book to Isiah House, the home for the dying I’ve been part of for the past 27 years. I love the illustrations.”

Steve Jarose, Minister of Science Church, Hospice Volunteer

“Congratulations on your achievement. The book itself is really nicely put together and the illustrations are terrific. The writing is compelling and filled with so many nice descriptions and touching details. The hat being blown off but being found again was a nice touch. (Years ago, when I was in Jungian therapy, my therapist told me that having a hat on in a dream like that represented the whole person, including the unconscious. I don’t know if that’s true, but it certainly seemed to go along with extended metaphor.) “The rising sun made a parade of diamonds” is surely a phrase that will be stolen by other envious writers, myself included. The way you set the scene in the beginning is subtle and fitting. It would be tempting to be too dramatic, but you resisted that impulse. I really like the idea of an older person going out to sit on that bench in the middle of the night and bringing some tequila along with him. It seems to me that we all (if we’re lucky) will get to a point in our lives when we take that kind of journey without fearing the possible consequences. Of course, in this case, the journey was not literal, or was it? I like that existential dilemma.”

Constance Alexander, Author of Dreamfish, Letters from Down Under and Who Needs June Cleaver