Writing

I run this poem every year in honor of all my writer peeps out there.   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,...

Have you ever eaten with a stranger? Not just someone you don't know well, but someone you've never seen before? If you had that opportunity, what would you talk about? Would you exchange light pleasantries, keeping to the weather, "how about those Mets?" Or would you...

Dear Daughters, I am a woman with no children of my own. I am a universal mother of children born to other mothers. I am a woman and mother who wants her daughters to stand proud. In your lives, you will experience success and failure. Learn from both. You will find...