Poetry, Prose and Prattle

Nineteen years.  Time marched on, but change stalled.  This will not be a post about the number of shootings since this unspeakable tragedy....

I'm not intimate with firearms, but I am not a stranger either.  A few years back, after the Waldo Canyon fire decimated the Mountain ...

Birthdays are a good time to reflect and resolve.  My birthday is today and February is a great time to check in on my New Year resolutions....

My son is a cop.  He makes responsible, thoughtful decisions and is of the age where he need not consult his mom about his choices.  I will ...

Does it really take me as long to settle in back home as it did to get ready to go away?  My mother taught me right, so all my laundry was d...

Here's the deal How I feel I don't care If you grew up rough, tough Homeless Privileged 'Burbs or barrio City boy Count...

There is no magical number To ease heartache, suffering 400 miles of I25 cannot separate me From the pain and the tears Geography is no...

Casita Life.  A small cozy space, akin to a studio apartment, except it is only one self-contained unit.  The essentials are here; stovetop,...

On the night of the day the deputy died I awoke to the sound of gunfire No, it was fireworks New Year's Eve - the day the deputy died...

Like so many writers today, I thought I'd wake up and post a profound commentary on the year end/new year continuum.  A perky reflection...