by Julie Martin Hutson, In Memorium The ground gapes, but only slightly, to receive this small one It is as though the ground were a
Early Monday We met in the dark at the Temple, our group of 7 women and two men. Standing in the cold, circled by a
Thoughts rolling in my head like clothes in a dryer this morning as I watch the coverage saying that finally Osama Bin Laden has been
Why do they always do that? It’s Marie. The french version. Not the Spanish version. Can you not tell by looking at me? I am even a substitute French teacher for heaven’s sake!
During a funeral at which I officiated a couple of hours ago, the grandsons of the deceased, all 20-somethings in a Metallica band that is
After laying to rest another beautiful, beloved member of the human race today, I came home to a shopping date with my oldest son, Adam,