The good news may be that Nature is phasing out the white man, but the bad news is that's who She thinks we all are.

Like I said...fine with me.

I'm pore, I'm black, I may be ugly and can't cook, a voice say to everything listening. But I'm here.

Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored

It's an awful feeling to write something that you feel is really important... and to feel that you're being published by people who really don't get it and/or don't really care.

After all, how can a society flourish, a country attain democracy and health, children grow into intelligent beings, sensitive to the needs of an ever more fragile and endangered planet, if half it's people are kept out of the driver's seat?

No song or poem will bear my mother's name. Yet so many of the stories that I write, that we all write, are my mother's stories.