Rene Allen

Little Becca, fifteen, had a blue eyes, blonde hair and freckles. She sat at the end of the exam table draped in a sheet because the...

During the years of my medical practice, I made only one house call. At the time, I felt as if I was breaking protocol—Ida hadn’t called...

What I've been doing July has been a busy month. We’ve had visits from grandchildren and a brother-in-law. I have been working on edits...

I savor words, the right words, the most expressive words, the words that speak from the page exactly what I want them to say. Shades of...

A trumpet fanfare would be nice. Some sort of celebration—noise, cheering, a hoopla, whatever a hoopla is but it sounds fun. I finished a...