Share A Melancholy Gold By Vernie Lynn DeMille The wind is in the grass now, Gentle fingers prodding At leaves that will not rise, Pressing them to dance Just one more waltz Along the av...Read More
We don't have the luxury of proclaiming "not MY problem", "not MY President", "not MY America". Like it or not, this is OUR America and the blame for our division lies at all of our feet....Read More
"I had no idea how emotional existing in that “moment” would be. Everything I am was right there with me in that space. I was wrapped up in wondering whether or not I could keep going, if I coul...Read More
"For some inexplicable reason our culture expects that the elderly experience a different kind of grief. As if age makes the death of a spouse, and that loss of a sexual relationship, expected and the...Read More
"Then a lone cricket starts playing his tune into the dark silence.
It makes me feel wonderfully small and inconsequential to mark time with a cricket..."...Read More