by Tom DeWolf | Sep 26, 2014 | Other Musings
My friend Wiletta Woodson died this morning. I’m sad that I won’t have the joy of talking with her anymore in this lifetime; though I’m certain we’ll have plenty to discuss in the next go-round. But I’m not weeping at her passing. Wiletta...
by Tom DeWolf | Dec 21, 2012 | Author Stuff, Writing
“Heh, heh, them Mayans didn’t know crap,” harrumphs the little voice that prattles about in my head. “Fine with me,” I reply. “I’m still here and my course is set.” “Says you.” “Yeah, says me!” “Fifty-eight years old and you wanna go back to college?” the voice prods...