Essays: Introduction



                      Essays by Glenn Feole



     I have kept journals of my travels and thoughts for many years and I thought that I would share them with you.  I am a pediatrician but have many other passions: music, literature, writing, poetry, composing and playing music, art, yoga, and film to name a few.  I hope you enjoy these.  I hope that you share your thoughts with me.  Please let me know: glennlouisfeole@gmail.com



My other blogs include:

readingthedictionaryztoa.blogspot.com

     (comments on etymology, vocabulary with thoughts and essays, while I am reading the Merriam-Webster Dictionary starting with the letter z.)

artbyglennfeole.blogspot.com

     My art work (pen and ink, pastels, photography, pencil).  I also post some of my art on instagram at glenn_feole

poetrybyglennfeole.blogspot.com

     I will be creating a blog with my poetry soon, called poetrybyglennfeole.blogspot.com

firstwords.blogspot.com

    I have written down anecdotes from my 36 years as a pediatrician and have over 1,600 of these.  I will start to enter them into this blog.  


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