MUD, MUD

In the 90s I was a kindergarten assistant to an absolutely fabulous teacher – Marilyn – a grandmother and most adventurous spirit. She initiated the Center School Trail to take her classes on hikes. This past Sunday I took my 3-year-old grandniece to the...

ARETHA FRANKLIN

It took me a while but in my late teens, early twenties I became aware of Aretha Franklin’s magnitude. A voice that rocked like an earthquake in her up tempo commanding demanding tunes and curled in on you like Persian cat on her ballads. I witnessed Aretha Franklin...

NO THIN BLUE LINE

I cringed when I saw another ‘thin blue line’ United States of America flag flying on the back of a pick up truck yesterday. They miss the point. It’s not about police being upheld and respected. As a nation, they are. It is about righting a wrong to a group of us...