This poem….
I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of...
In my first career I practiced as an Optometrist. I helped people with their sight every day for 16 years.
I often joke that I got the message to work with...
I am often asked, “What do you do?”
When I was an Optometrist, it felt easy to answer (for several reasons). 1. People seemed to know what I did – what...