Do We Click?
Years ago, I was involved with a group called Vote Kids ‘92 that was promoting candidate awareness of child poverty. During the meetings, I bonded with a genteel and wry older lady I’ll call Edna. Edna told me about a similar group that she had… Continue reading
Fragments of Love: Because There’s Always a Critic, Right?
This is a rerun from 2007. These fragments I have shored against my ruins. —T.S. Eliot, “The Wasteland” I’ve always figured that Our Town goes to four kinds of people. Group A throws it directly into the trash. People in Group B look… Continue reading