Short Poem for Ginny — A Friend, who Died on New Year’s Day
There are those in our lives who knowmore about us than we know of them. The quiet ones, the still ones, the listening ones.Those whose concerns lie always beyo...
Category: Memories
Blue Bird School Bus
My little sister and me ran across the parking lot to the train station. Waiting in line a careless man holding a lit cigarette crowded my mother. Her best and ...
She learned to let mercy enter the shattered spaces of her heart
I’m lucky, I have a reasonably well adjusted family, no ongoing dramas, so coming away from a reunion I feel refreshed; happy meeting new members, talking to ki...
First time seeing the ocean
We were driving at night under a close moon along a tree-lined two-lane paved highway that couldn’t make up its mind which direction to take which would occasio...