“Because there’s always another story to tell…” I arrived in Washington for the second time in the fall of 1979. We must have looked like

A dear friend and loyal reader recently told me that my last two Musings seemed, in his words, “wistful.” I don’t think he was wrong.

Back to school. Leaf fall. Sere cornstalks. Slant of light. It’s a time of change, a time for change. Once upon a time, I was

  In a few days, we’ll pass the autumnal equinox and enter that half of the year when there is more darkness than daylight in

Gone. All gone. In the blink of an eye, a building, a business, homes: gone. A broken leg, broken dreams. All in the blink of

  Some things are just meant to be, or maybe we just become who we are meant to be.  A couple of nights ago, my

August is slipping away like a dream upon waking. It fades too quickly; I try to hold on, but I can’t. There’s too much back-to-school