My storied life
One of my clearest memories from childhood is a leaf-crunching fall day in Ohio when the sky was bluer than any color Crayola could conjure. My third-grade teacher taped magazine pictures to the chalkboard and asked us to create a story about one of them. I don’t recall all of the details of what I wrote about, but I do remember the delight of sculpting words into a story.And in a... READ MORE
Make your vote count
As I write this, we are just weeks away from this year’s potentially momentous elections. For some time now, candidates for county and statewide positions, and their supporters, have been knocking on doors in my neighborhood, sometimes stopping by more than once, to discuss their positions, invite discussion and ask for votes. When they’ve asked me if I have any particular... READ MORE
