I wrote this in late March, 2021. I didn’t save it to my Works in Progress file so it never saw the light of day until I stumbled upon it on Dec. 6, 2022. I still like it. I like a schedule. I like making lists. I have a master…

Most poets search for metaphor when they describe a life that’s passed. I feel that life must needs much more when one doth speak of souls so vast. A meteor that sparks across the sky, a lightning bolt cracks ‘tween ground and heaven. Heaven’s thunder blast echoes in reply, none…

Paul Dresser died the other day. Age 75. He was a giant. My coach, then my friend and mentor, he was one of those people who touched lives forever. His coaching tree has roots deep and wide. His faith and decency and humor and love for those in his broad…

I sat on this piece for weeks. It felt true, and rang true with the few people I share it with. I usually share my sonnets here on Medium, and my prose on another site. The other site would not post it, saying it was “too inflammatory.” But this piece…

I am always proud to say I am an ally, but especially so during Pride Month. As a teacher, I have seen the havoc wreaked by hate on too many of my students. I’ve seen kids made homeless when they came out. I always sigh with grace when I see…