Writer Wednesday: Mike Capuzzo

     Today I have the pleasure of speaking with Mike Capuzzo, one of my Goucher classmates and author of two New York Times best selling books, Close to Shore and The Murder Room.
Close to Shore is about a series of shark attacks on the New Jersey shore in 1916.  And I don't know about you, but I think death by shark is probably the worst way to go.  I blame this irrational fear on my Mom for taking me and my brother Robby to the drive in movie to see Jaws when I was five.  FIVE!  I'll just say that I had a fear of swimming pools that year because, you know, the plausibility of a Great White Shark squeezing itself through the tiny drain in a chlorinated pool is very real when you're that age.




     His latest book, The Murder Room: The Heirs of Sherlock Holmes Gather to Solve the World's Most Perplexing Cold Cases is a really fascinating read about several members of the Vidocq Society.  I have a lot of books and whenever my Dad comes to visit, he'll grab a book down from the shelf and read it while at my house.  He didn't finish it since we took him on the grand tour of Texas, so he stole my copy and I'm waiting for its swift return. Any day now Bob!

Mike and I talk for about twenty minutes while he enjoys a Boilermaker and I don't.  We could have chatted longer, but I know in the world of blogging some of you peeps have short attention spans.  But, that's okay.  We all lead busy, hectic lives.  So that's why I'm so grateful to Mike for taking the time to grace my blog with his presence.  He's a peach!


Tuesday Movie: Up


Yeah, it's a kid's movie.  Yeah, it's animated.  And triple yeah, it's got a talking dog named Doug, but I dare you to watch the first ten minutes of this movie without shedding a tear.  I remember seeing it in the theater with my kids and totally losing it without an adequate supply of napkins.  Heck, my kids watched it so many times when I bought the DVD, but I still couldn't bring myself to watch those first few minutes.  Now, I just let myself go there.  It's such a beautiful movie.  And who doesn't love a talking dog?

Maybe I'm really a kid at heart, but I now find myself loving movies that were made for kids probably more than movies made for adults.  And this one, right along with "Finding Nemo" tops my list.

Am I the only adult that enjoys movies made for kids?  Tell me your favorites!

Monday Mournings: The Death of a Father

Hi there! My name is JT O'Neill and, yes, I do  love the androgynous nature of my name.  I came of age in the heyday of the peace movement and was forever impacted by that and by the second feminist movement.  The newly established Women's Center at San Jose State University in NorCal literally saved my life.  
Post college, I pointed myself towards education and have spent about 35 years in either the classroom or in admin in the front office. My official title is guidance counselor in a 500 student K -8 school north of the Golden Gate. I wear many hats - whatever hat is needed at that moment:  counselor, nurse, office manager, disciplinarian, yard supervisor, club advisor, entertainer, and on and on.  The most important work of my life has been as part of a two person team.  This team raised two children who are now in their 20's.  Both are compassionate, responsible, and creative adults now and their dad and I are very proud of them.

DW:  Who was the person that died?
 JT:  My father, Robert Paul O'Neill, died very unexpectedly of congestive heart failure at the age of 74.

DW:  How old were you at the time?
JT: I was 43 at the time he died.

DW: Did you and your Dad talk about death?
JT: Although we clearly did not talk about his death, I know he thought about death often.  He had lost most of his siblings and many friends by the time he died.  He was lonely for them, I think.

DW:  Had you experienced any other deaths in your personal life before your Dad died?
JT:  I lost my two remaining grandparents when I was a teenager.  They were not especially warm people and I didn't know them well.  The biggest impact on me was that I saw both of my parents shed a tear or two - very little expression of sadness but enough that I was shocked at the tears.  There were several other adults in my life who died along the way and their deaths shocked me.  The three year old brother of one of my childhood friends died very unexpectedly when I was ten years old. That sadness and empathy for the family stayed with me for years.

DW: Were people supportive of your grief or did they shy away when you were grieving?
JT:  When my father died, I was amazed at the outpouring of support from my community.Within my immediate family (siblings, cousins, uncles, aunts), people contacted me about his influence on them and many people stepped up to put their arms around me (literally and figuratively).

DW:  Is there anything you wish you'd done differently with your Dad?
JT:  I've always wished I could have talked to my dad more but he was of that silent generation.  The man was the salt of the earth but he did not talk about his feelings or his memories much.  He served in the South Pacific during WW2 and that had a huge impact on him but he didn't want to talk about it.  I believe now that he was chronically depressed (and who wouldn't be with the hard life he had lived).  He often sat in silence, simply looking out the window, lost in his own mind.

DW: Was he buried or cremated?
JT:  He was cremated and his ashes were buried at his home in the hills of Mendocino County, CA.

DW: Did you learn anything about the grieving process that you'd like to share?
JT: I learned how important the messages from family and friends were.  Now, when I hear of a death, I try to get something in writing to the grieving family.  A few words can be so healing. 

DW: Last but not least, were any songs played at the memorial that were important to your Dad?  
JT: Taps and Amazing Grace - some other hymns but I don't know them.

This goes out to JT's Dad...