My mother was seventy-six when she died; my father ninety when he took his own life. In my own family, the Bells and later with the Finneys, we all surrounded our dying husbands, fathers–Don and Chuck–with stories, prayer, poetry, and song as they each took their last breaths, buoyed for their journey by the love they knew.
Continue reading →After dinner and the short program, the president of our 1955 high school class scanned the room and announced “open mike.” Fifty years had passed…
Continue reading →What happened in a small town high school in 1954 when a twenty-three-year-old Rhodes Scholar showed up as the substitute history teacher? My (Betsy Johnson’s) senior year suddenly became interesting and a potentially dull future turned bright with possibilities. My father, an influential physician, lionized the young man who would become my husband before I was twenty.
Continue reading →William Kenower, talk show host of Author2Author recently interviewed me about Open Borders and how it came to be. I invite you to listen to…
Continue reading →Today nine nations possess nuclear weapons. At least two heads of state are unpredictable and have sole authority over the use of these weapons. I…
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