How long do we have to listen to our leaders defend the indefensible practice of separating children from their parents on our southern border? How
After Parkland, I told my oldest son I thought something different was in the air. The Parkland students were demanding change. The idea was thrilling.
Okay Mom. Will do.
Bless the ships at sea and the boys and girls in khaki.
As my mother was dying, I came across the picture that accompanies this post, a picture I’d never seen before. I’ve looked at it over
Granted such a desire may seem strange. After all, it’s not 1964 and I am not a woman who spends time carefully preparing for a leisurely day of bridge and shopping. These days the dressing table seems a relic from another time, full of memories perhaps, but in no way a necessity.