#Memories

Why I Don’t Run For A plane

Back in the late 73s, I was stuck in traffic on my way to Los Angeles International Airport to catch a PSA jet to San Diego to attend a trade show. Even then, "rush" hour traffic ran generally twenty-four hours a day. I finally pulled into a parking lot, grabbed my...

Twas the Night Before Deadline

with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer was stirring, not even his mouse; The laptop was set on the table with care, In hopes that words soon would appear. Images nestled all snug in his...

Staying True To My Roots

No, I don't mean the color of my hair. It's silver-white by nature. What I mean is I can't and won't walk away from the roots of what make me me. I discovered the world when I went away to college. Even with the Vietnam war lucking in the darkness of my senior year of...

#StayHomeAndRead

Like most of us, I've been doing a lot of reading and writing lately. My most recent book was Heath Hardage Lee's A League of Women about the wives who refused to stay silent while their husbands were captive in Vietnam. These women. who were raised in...