I See Color

I’ve been told I shouldn’t see color. I disagree. I see color, the red of roses, the blue in the sky, the green of the grass. I see the shades of gray in a goose’s feathers, the yellow bleeding into reds and oranges of a sunset. I see the blush of a young girl’s cheeks, … Continue reading I See Color


Traditionally, a gal is a young woman or a girl. I am neither. Why would professional men who come to me for assistance with a matter that I am considered an expert with think that it is alright to refer to me as a gal? I would never consider calling their offices and ask for … Continue reading Gal