Happy MAY, it’s time to PLAY!! Speaking of bad poetry, I performed an original poem about fashion entirely in gibberish last Monday night, while my scene partner translated it into English. No, there were no cocktails involved, but there were…
Even More and Hungry Wolves
I was reminded today of one of my favorite stories. I posted it here years ago and thought of it again today. Perhaps you have heard it: There is an old Cherokee legend about a grandfather teaching his grandson an…
