AFRICAN AMERICAN HISTORY MONTH
My dad died on December 17, 2019. Like a quilt, quotidian memories of him are fragmented and discrete, with each remembrance resting...
So… here we are in January once again!Each time a new year begins, I, like most people, find myself filled with lots of energy, optimism and plans. It is bolstered, I think, by the time...
Halfway through December, I am once again mystified as to how it arrived so quickly. Each passing year seems to trim days into hours, and leaves me scrambling to finish an ever-lengthening list of goals...
At the end of the month, just 69 days after spending three weeks with family on the East Coast, I am heading back for another visit. Wish me luck… Like many family vacations, the most...