Tag: memory

We sat in my daughter’s comfortable home and talked of what made me a pacifist, my non-combatant military experience and the lieutenant colonel in New York who

Sue told me. I laughed and said I’d write a poem about the idea. There is some- thing command- ing about Christmas conjuring childhood memories. Of course, I ma

The sixty-one high school kids jogged past me as I ate my sausage McMuffin and egg on the running path. I counted them as they passed. Mira Costa? Redondo? I di