I was fooling myself Thinking the snow man I built would weather the changes But now I am erased Just a puddle with a wet scarf No longer...

I admire my father’s gray-blue eyes as he looks at my mother. They have a mood more than a color. His eyes are the ocean as a storm rolls...

I grew up in a championship puzzler household We may not have communicated clearly But in our own ways we were able to complete the...