At Twenty-Six

At 26 I had not yet been to Italy;  I had not even seen California. At 26 I had not yet been to Central Park, nor stuck my feet in the ocean. At 26 I had not yet experienced a computer, the wonders of the internet, nor a smartphone. At 26 I had not yet

Black Lives Matter

As I do every evening, I was walking my faithful collie right outside my home last night.  A pick-up truck drove–much too fast–past me, but because Tillie was safely out of the road, I barely noticed.  Until it reached the crest of the hill beyond my house, slammed on its brakes, and someone yelled back