February 28, 2019 For Myles & Theo - July 2020 - Two Blessings in a Troubled & Troubling Year Once I saw waitingFor the light to changeOn a busy cornerAn African-American boyA studentFrom a nearby schoolA tall boyOf a light black-colored skinRound pleasant face, gentle faceEyes ahead...
March 6, 2019 Just fainting she saidNot eaten for a while Serving dinner at church Finished, awaiting her own filet mignon An extra Sitting high on a stool Felt faint, hand outstretched Security camera caught it all Yes, outstretched armThen outReally whacked head on floorThey saidOuch Able to...
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/437129 Second Daughter – 04/21/14 ... and at times she remembers Venice, and not the Venice of the tourists and selling and quick so-called Italian food … no, not that Venice…but the Venice of early thoughts, of the Venice only seen at sunrise or...
Photo montage of actual postcard stories, written on both sides, within the white margins, onto the photo, smudges and all! Reading them is not for the fainthearted! *** A postcard story is literally just that. It is a story written within the physical confines of a postcard, though I am...
Monday, September 14, 2020 Our God is the hands of Jesus upon the face of a three-year-old, gently enfolding, caressing that little face, with love and infinite kindness lifting that face, lifting those eyes, so that the child may gaze into the face, the eyes of God, without fear. God, in His...
This Old Wooden House - Sunday School Prologue In those days, in the days of the late 1950s, the San Fernando Valley was a land of citrus, walnut, and olive groves, and corn fields, acres and acres, providing fruit and vegetables of all sorts to the people, overflowing the storage houses and bins...
Sunday Morning, October 11, 2020 This Sunday morning, when I began to drink my hot cup of tea, heated up from the evening before in the microwave, always a horror to my daughters, I looked out the window to the street already lit by the morning sunlight, and as I collected my thoughts to prepare...
The Emperor of Japan When I worked for the IRS, I loved being selected for short work details to our National Office in Washington D.C. On one such detail, in June 1994, I was working in D.C. at the IRS building at 1111 Constitution Ave. And one afternoon, instead of just leaving by the side...