Briskly walking through my neighborhood, I pause at the edge of the sidewalk to allow the car to pass.  Oblivious to my surroundings in deep...

My sixth grade school year of 1972 to 1973 had to be the most pivotal year of my youth because it would propel my future. Starting back...

In a culture that screams "self-sufficiency" I find myself in the most "insufficient" physical position of my half- cent...