#FF Bright Anchor

Copyright-Rochelle Wisoff-Fields He was a colorful speaker; a man whose spirit caught others on fire; an anchoring icon to his community since moving to it fifty years ago. It was those abilities that caught the attention of leaders of the new fascist regime. They needed a man like him. On a Sunday afternoon in June,…

Moonless New Year’s Eve

Luna nestled deep in cold fluffy forgetfulness, dreaming new dreams. Dull snow crystals; tears freeze on my searching upturned face.   image link here