amplify their voices

My good friend, Judith, once told me that I was a truth-teller. It remains one of the highest compliments I have ever received. Generally speaking, I think she was right. I’m not certain at what point “truth-telling” got written into my DNA; a lot of credit goes to my...

follow the lights

The remembrance crept into my mind this afternoon – a memory usually left somewhere in the back, catalogued for an occasional trip down memory lane. It was hellish ride that night. We huddled tightly together in the backseat of a friend’s truck, following behind...

Main Street USA

I saw a man today. Actually, I heard him before I saw him. That happens when you work on Main Street USA … you hear things. The loud squeal of breaks as a semi stops for the red light. Laughter of the ladies passing by on their way to the dress shop. Not so...

An Open Door

2020. What can be said of it? What should be said of it? Of all it has been and for what remains to be written, words fail to calculate its full measure. It’s been too much; it’s been not enough. It’s rattled us … scattered us … marked us … changed...
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