A Sense of Humor. Not everyone has one. I’m not sure how you get one, whether you’re born with it, raised and steeped in it, or can procure one for…

I have not an epistle of courage to offer you, riding the tufts of air, that would land, take root and hold ground. I have only an episodic blip on…

My 12 year old daughter and I had a revealing conversation about poetry one night over dinner. I love poetry, enjoy poetry, in fact, could go so far as to…

Looking at my own children, it’s possible for me to imagine that my mom could love me with the same intensity that I love my own. She loves me because…