by Judy Safford — Dr. Arazaga, a dermatologist, greeted me five minutes before my appointment. It being my second visit in three years, he didn’t really know me. I approached as my name was called. He looked into my eyes, “Hi Judy.”...

by Judy Safford — Being from Indiana, I never saw much of the night sky. Streets are lined with too many trees. Too many gray days and cloud filled nights hovered over our little mid-west town. In the 40’s and 50’s, we marched to rules...

In 2006, Judith Michaels Safford discovered a radio program on writing poetry. She followed the prompts and mustered up the courage to press the send button. She was invited to read and a door was opened that had not previously existed. She finds that her...