In my mid-forties, one of my duties as the head of a local teachers union was to attend a national convention in Florida.   My mother, in her sixties at the time, and, always eager to travel, suggested we take this opportunity to make a cross-country motor trip together. Though diff

A friend sent me an email this morning to say that in honor of the times in which we live, she was writing a new version of the Jabberwock.  I replied to her post as follows: “I woke up today with a new first stanza of the poem tumbling in my head.” For those who have yet to meet

Last week a woman on Facebook was drumming up support for a Oregon petition.  The purpose was to prevent the state legislature from raising the gas tax to pay for road improvements.  That people complain about potholes but don’t want to pay to fix them, isn’t new to me .