Living a Bright Life!

 As the year drifts quietly to a close, I inevitably think of promises kept-- and those broken --and wonder about what lies beneath the love...

  "Tears were spilling down my face. I'd cried more this summer than I had in all the years since I was Izzy's age, and I'...

  This is a poem I wrote in honor of my "sister of the heart,." Sharon Parish.  It's close to her birthday now so I thought I...

I tell my students that I'm from "the olden days, and  I am! I know about rotary phones, life before Google, and remember having to...

This week as I've been at the hospital recuperating from Afib, one of the medicines I was taking was giving me very vivid dreams. One pa...