THE IMPORTANCE OF SOUND

IT'S GOOD TO BE HOME

WHAT TRULY MAKES US HUMAN

WE NEED TO LISTEN TO THE ECHOES OF OUR PAST

FOLLOWING THE FLIGHT OF MORNING DEW

A FATHER SOOTHES HIS DAUGHTER'S SADNESS

A POEM OF THANKS

I love art and I love history....and I love how each one is transcended when, to my joy and utter delight, the two of them are blended .

In our leisurely drive across the country one of our delights was an old school house in Nebraska...where we were blessed to spend the night.

We stayed high atop a bluff overlooking the Mississippi river and before our next day's drive we were blessed to sit atop that bluff and watch the day arrive. In the quiet calm of the morning our eyes...

It was 45 degrees in the mountains this morning...I did a temperature check but I wouldn't let that stop me from having my breakfast on the deck.

With a Jewish father and a Catholic mother on vacations we were always unsure what to do Was it St. Christopher or Yahweh who would hear our prayers...on road trips...we never knew.

I remember my mom having a collection of hats she stored under her bed. For any occasion that could arise...she had a hat to set atop her head.

"Hold Momma's hand." She said as they entered the store. "Stay as close to me as you can." Momma was carrying her by the time they left when she said, "Say bye-bye to the man." As I watched them leave...

When we hear about any evil in the world...or any evil that we see... it saddens us to think we're not as kind and civilized as we would like to be.

I remember her funeral as if it was yesterday...instead of a long time ago. I remember it was the first step...the beginning of letting go.

I've always thought of teaching as an art...and the teacher as an artist whose skills over the years have been amassed...to help them teach their students... each a different canvas making up their cl...

The old man loves spending time with children...loves how it softens his heart... loves, given his knowledge of life, all the wisdom upon the chid he can impart.

I love to let my mind wander in the morning...while I walk the streets alone... I never know where it will lead me...you might say my mind has a mind of its own.