with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer...
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If Not Now
I'm likely to catch hell for this post, but I don't care. I've written passionately about rape, bullying, drug...
Who Can You Believe?
That's the primary question Clifford Garstang asks in his latest novel, OLIVER'S TRAVELS. I'm a long-time fan of his...
I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends
Hi, all, I know I went silent for a few weeks. Nothing wrong here at all. More like needing to clear my head and focus...
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Wait! You’re A Writer?
All of us who write get a series of questions, most of which are asked out of curiosity, a few out of envy, and even...
‘Twas the Night Before Deadline
I run this poem every year in honor of all my writer peeps out there. with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE...
A Letter To My Daughters
Dear Daughters, I am a woman with no children of my own. I am a universal mother of children born to other mothers. I...
The Power of We
It's such a tiny word. We. W and E. And yet, it's such a powerful concept. It's the power of more than one doing...
Eating with a Stranger
Have you ever eaten with a stranger? Not just someone you don't know well, but someone you've never seen before? If...
Raising Ben
No one would say I'm a poet. I'm not, but occasionally I write something that goes beyond my standard doggerel. I'm...
My Little Secret
Do you remember the cheesy games we used to have to play? Those ice breakers at camp, corporate retreats, training...