Everything Lynne Schmidt __________ A husband hears of his family’s death when their bodies make the front page of American newspapers. He recognizes their clothes, their luggage, before the jagged knife of realization sets in. And then he recognizes his wife, his daughter, his son, his dogs. He cries, “They…
Read MoreWe never really lived there. We were just occupants. Not much more than squatters, but I detest that word, as it implies destitution, squalor, and illegality. No, there was nothing sinister or nefarious behind our status. We were in transition; our stay was temporary.
Read MoreDirect Message from April Mitchell
Mar 9 – 5:15 PM
OMG MAGGIE ARE YOU OKAY
Directors and members of the community attending in person or via Zoom, good evening. I know many of you are eager to hear my comments regarding my recent trip over Thanksgiving break about which so many have said so much on social media, but there are other matters I should tend to first.
Read MoreIt has been a decade ago
when we had our first dance.
In what took the semblance of,
crepuscular happenstance.