He possessed Beauty without Vanity, Strength without Insolence, Courage without Ferocity, and all the Virtues of Man, without his Vices. This Praise, which would be unmeaning Flattery if inscribed over human ashes, is but a just tribute to the Memory of Little He, a Dog. . . .
It was the late 1980s, before Starbucks, and before Borders and Barnes and Noble. A girlfriend and I spent quite a bit of time in Capitola and I became acquainted with the Capitola Book Cafe. I was enthralled. A bookstore that served coffee drinks and pastries? I'd never seen a place like . . .
This post has an adult theme. If this offends you, please do not go further. Back in the day, pin-up girl Bettie Page became famous for photos with a BDSM theme. There was no naughtier girl in the early to mid-1950s. It's ironic that such a repressed age would produce . . .
Poem upon friend's death Poem by Langston Hughes I loved my friend. He went away from me. There's nothing more to say. The poem ends Soft as it began- I loved my friend. . . .
I live in a community that cares for one another, watches out for one another and has over-the-back-fence discussions online with one another. That's right. Online. It's inspirational, the extent to which members of our neighborhood e-list, some 3,000+ of us, step up to help each other. We take in . . .
It is with tears in my eyes that I report that my beloved first writing teacher, Miss Alice Webster, passed away on Thursday, just a month after I visited her in Rochester. Her kind niece wrote me the news this afternoon, saying that she had declined quickly, "although the joyful countenance rarely . . .
Elizabeth just glows in this photograph with the love of her life, Richard Burton.She looks like she was at the happiest stage of her life.It's how I'd like to remember her.That laugh. That mature beauty.And that love that transcended time and place.Liz was a beautiful, sensual creature who lived . . .
I'm sad tonight— sad for Jim and sad for those who loved him— and maybe even a little puzzled— what keeps coming to mind is this beautiful cover sung by Iz, who also died young. . . .
The world lost a caring teacher and humanitarian yesterday, when my high school classmate, Jim Nowak, died in Kenya, where he spent five months each year volunteering his time. He was hit head-on in a traffic accident on his way back from a visit to an orphanage. A retired teacher in the Rochester, . . .
Like many others, I thought she had more time. That the announcement of her stopping treatment was a foreshadowing of something that could happen soon, but not within a day or two.In the midst of my shock, what strikes me is this:Elizabeth was not an easy person. I get it. Lots of us are like . . .