After the memorial
For family and friends of Connie Howard Shoved back into the world again (that miserable comforter)to pickup where you left off. Except, it doesn’t work that wa...
For family and friends of Connie Howard Shoved back into the world again (that miserable comforter)to pickup where you left off. Except, it doesn’t work that wa...
Surprised by happiness and intimacy, 30 years in today, I tip the hat to—besides the fact that Deb has a treasury of relational skills (I own a couple too...
Life is short, but how trite to say. What do you mean? I mean we say this but rarely think it through, which makes it trite. What would it mean to untrite it? W...
I rarely do this with a poem, but for this one I feel I need to offer something like a prologue: This poem (now one of the pieces that are part of We See—red dr...