January 20, 2018 At the age of sixty-four, I find I am a dinosaur. Shaking my fist at the young, Telling them what they ain’t done to earn the right to shut me down. Squeegee boys in my face while at a traffic light I wait— Smear that filthy rag and you’ll get sprayed fast! … More The Age of Wisdom Lost?
July 10, 2016 My mother complains daily about how messy her house is. And, yes, there are pockets of disorder and corners covered in dust. Yet, whenever I walk into her bedroom to poke around in her bureau drawers (usually at her request), I am astonished to see that every item in every drawer is … More My Mother’s Treasure, My Legacy