Happy Birthday, America

We the people. By the people. For the people. ALL of the people. The ones who run into battle, burning buildings, and disasters. And the ones who hold the hands and do the healing afterward. The people who stood up in public squares, peacefully marched, and sat down...

Sprung

A little sun A little rain Grass is first to wake – The landscape no longer plain! Standing tall daffodils Hyacinth And tulips – “Okay, it’s time to DO this!” So why am I in here tapping these keys? It’s warm It’s transformed And I have to pull up a million little...

Tough Love

A few years ago when I went to Boston to visit one of my oldest and craziest (and best) college friends, I came off the plane wearing my usual traveling headgear – a Yankees ball cap. My friend, knowing that I’m not a rabid fan, just a lifetime resident of New York...