Philly Poe

 Edgar Allan Poe's house in Philadelphia, including creepy basement/cellar--"The Black Cat," anyone? So cool...

Tallulah-Palooza Friday

A flashback to a smiling baby Tallulah Mae (13 years ago! Check out that fat puppy belly!).

She joins me in celebrating this week's historic moment: almost 100 years after women were finally given the right to vote in the U.S., we have our first woman Presidential candidate! Change comes slowly...

Good Morning

Today, I am overwhelmed with the audacity of hope. Yes we can. We are the ones we have been waiting for.

Below is the last stanza of "The Pulse of the Morning," the poem Maya Angelou wrote for Bill Clinton's inauguration as president. It's lovely...

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

Good morning!