“It is pancreatic cancer” a doctor recently told a fellow watercolorist who is an email friend of my wife. “One year” followed the announcement of pancreatic cancer: one year. How would it feel to get that kind of prognosis? It can happen. It can happen tomorrow.

Poem: When Judgment Gets A Bad Rap | Sixty And…
Poor Judgment’s been slandered, accused and maligned,As if using good sense were a terrible crime. “Don’t judge!” say some people. “Be spiritual instead!”Yet without a bit of judgment, we’d all bump our heads. We’d wander through life like a cart with no wheel,Or smile at a snake while ignoring how


