Point of View

The Empty Chair It would soon be fifty-nine years. June 18th to be exact. So much had changed in these last few…

The Last Winter of Innocence By mid-morning, the glorious clear blue sky had vanished. Ominous gray clouds now…

The Life I Have Lead I’m little, I’m yellow—but I’m not really so very different. I was actually the type of…

Sylvester Going it Straight It was Earl's 30th birthday and he planned to get drunk. Yes, he did and at the end…

Recuperative Wanderings When I had recovered sufficiently from that comprehensive trauma, visited upon me…

The Crowd Everyone got up in unison, I mean everyone at exactly the same instant, all 22 of 'em, like they were…

Voters of Another Generation Perhaps my opening statement brings back memories from days gone by,  “I have a…

Celebrate Freedom in the U.S. On the steps of the Capitol, voices were heard, and we did not hear every word,…

The Funny Thing about Writing Frederick Franck, in Art as a Way, tells us “The point of practicing an art is…

Celebrate Your Life The sun had not risen when she woke up. As her feet slid inside her slippers she mentally…