I heard a voice arise behind me as the kids excitedly funneled into the classroom. My second year as a substitute teacher. It was a child fr...

Being a thrift store junkie from my teenage years, I would often pass by the vast array of ceramic angels on the shelves. Their wings outstr...

I cried myself to sleep last night because I’ll miss Nick Karasch, my sweet friend, my fellow insomniac, who kept me company online in the w...

It is not just today that I remember you, or your stories of getting on "the chopper" for a brief reprieve from the war to come ...

my father, circa 1968 Today I remember you. Or what there was of you. The same stories you told me about coming home from Nam to be ...

Below is a poem that is currently on SARK's call line. Read by her.  I call it when i need someone to tell me that I really matter. When...

      Kim’s passing has changed me. Last night I dreamed of apple blossomtrees and skipping and running my fingers along a chain ...

     The outpouring of generosity for Kimberly and Tim Jacko's family was more than I could have ever imagined. I did not expect that...

What I am going to tell you is hard to hear. It's sobering. It's sad. It is real. I met Kim last year through my dear neighbor, Ang...

Dear Cutie Bear Cat, Did you know Jeremy named you? I would have chosen something less child-like for you...something maybe li...

Moon Shadow, unknown date I dreamed of him again last night. Every now and again he visits and I tell him how much I miss him...how much he ...

I bought this pin this morning. Wanted to let you know. It is a wishbone pin, Dad. I bought  it for myself because today is your birthd...

Dear Dad, I put your picture away today. I had it put away while mom was here out of courtesy, but after she left and I put it out again i...

It has been quite some time since I've created an assemblage. I have been focusing my energies on creating "functional" art...

Inside I feel like a mangled train wreck and I can't remember the last time I bathed since I found out my father is gone forever.... Di...

pale wrists of God salt the earth in slow motion accumulating in a steady gathering of hours, minutes, seconds... and still the day ...