Jerry Chasen's Blog

I had the sweet pleasure of reading this at a party celebrating my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.

This was one of the few efforts where I abandoned rhyme. I found after a while that I missed it, missed the structure and challenge.

As this says, “who writes thes things is another who than me, if I let the light through.” That’s where this conversation about change and truth came from.

A theme of love here–the pain of loss, the joy of a doggy friend, and the sweetness of new romance.

Life’s in a good place here for me–with health stable, and love peering around the corner.