My volunteer helpmate
This photo is from 2013. Ken is the one who takes pictures so he is seldom in them. Today I write about him. My best friend, my spouse, was not cut out to be my secretary or to fill my unpaid staff of one person as clerical help. But as I write this opening to post a poem about him written in 2009, he is standing nearby making copies of material for a project that matters to both of us. I couldn’t do it without him. Yet I feel guilty as his unpaid assigned job keeps him from
