Carolann's Newsletters

Dear Friends, Tangents: The Poem: Green The dawn was apple-green, The sky was green wine held up in the sun, The moon was a golden

Dear Friends, Tangents: Tired of people talking loudly on cellphones or jangly, obnoxious ring tones?  So were the staff at the website

Dear Friends, Tangents: Tired of people talking loudly on cellphones or jangly, obnoxious ring tones?  So were the staff at the website

Dear Friends, Tangents: SUMMER Heavy July.  Too rampant and too lush; High Summer, dull, fulfilled, and satiate, Nothing to fear, and little to await. The very

Dear Friends, Tangents: SUMMER Heavy July.  Too rampant and too lush; High Summer, dull, fulfilled, and satiate, Nothing to fear, and little to await. The very

Dear Friends, Tangents: I was reading a back issue of The Economist on the weekend and came across the obituary for Nguyen