Fifty feet away another world is turning

Streetcars, cars, bikes, buggies and cabs with new-found purpose move through 5 O'clock traffic.

Fifty feet of grass, with a few bald spots where, Mother Nature shows herself.

When I was just a little girl

I asked my mother, what lies ahead

Will I be pretty, will I be rich

Here's what she said to me.

Que Sara, Sara

Whatever wil ...

Dear Mom,

One of my earliest memories with you was my first day of school.  I was terrified so you walked with me to school.  You said you would be there after school and at the end of the day when I ran out of school you were t...