Writing is the second most important thing in my life--my daughter is first. For many years, I hid my writing in dark covered journals, using code words that, now, I cannot decipher. After years of teaching writing and publising articles on teaching writing, I finally looked at my non-academic pieces as things that others may want to read. I am no longer a teacher, or an editor, or a ghost-writer. I am an author. Pleased to meet you.
Let us never forget the American sailors' screams, the thundering explosions, the stench of burning flesh. That was Pearl Harbor, Hawaii, 68 years ago today, a Sunday morning, when the Japanese bombed our ships at anchor.
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