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Those who know me know I'm anything but shy. I'm cheeky. I sent a copy of the poem to the Obamas and received a lovely letter and personalized note back from Mrs. Obama. I'm humbled. I share these words now as always on Martin Luther King's birthday. STONE OF HOPE,...

And so 2017 is in our rear view mirrors. 'Tis the time to wax eloquent about what the new year, 2018, will bring. I'm not one of those. I'm more rooted in what I can make happen and how I can entertain readers of this blog. Trust me. I will still occasionally post a...

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 up on the table with care, In hopes that the words soon would appear.   The images were nestled...

I was going to skip this week to focus on getting ready for the holidays, but I can't without writing this letter. Dear Charlie Rose, You let me down. There's no easy way to say it. You let me down. You filled in a news void with solid reporting, the ability to...