Unlike my wonderful friend and colleague, I am NOT fond of fall—at all. Even the word, fall—I don’t like to. It might hurt me if I fall...

As I watch the leaves fall to the ground, they gently remind me of change that is to come. Like a soft whisper in the wind, they say...

Bricia Martin was born with a full head of crimson hair. Her dark brown eyes twinkled whenever she smiled. Brí, as her family called her,...