Beginning class in the midst of the current chaos is challenging for students and faculty alike in a School of Social Work. Just weeks before
We stood speechless as we scrolled through the images that she had sent without captions. Utter misery inflicted on desperate people at our Southern border. How in God’s name are we allowing this?
“Always listen to the Art.”
What we practice becomes part of who we are.
No Bad Days
This morning, I started writing sitting on a seawall where my young son was fishing. Computer out, glasses on, skin tan, and my hair a
Recently, my older son wrote a story that he has entered in a contest. He is a good writer and the story has a strong
Thanksgiving Last spring I stopped writing. There was both too much and too little to say in a season so rich with disappointment. Grant application