The Lack

This morning I woke up, went to my desk and penned this poem. Sometimes I feel that calling myself a writer is a half truth.  Because when words come, I sometimes am faithful to make myself available to the tumbling forth…but then does that make me a writer, or a just a word catcher? IContinue reading “The Lack”

The Walking Wounded: On Leprosy and Checking Your Attitude Toward Mental Health

   ” When I taught in public schools I frequently developed opinions about why “challenging children” behaved poorly. More often than not I blamed their parents. I held the self-righteous  notion that I worked hard to raise happy, well- rounded children and that if other parents took their responsibilities seriously and parented effectively, their childrenContinue reading “The Walking Wounded: On Leprosy and Checking Your Attitude Toward Mental Health”