RALPH CISSNE

RALPH CISSNE

Author, Creative Strategist

Thanksgiving for Mother as Mentor

Thanksgiving for Mother as Mentor

I stopped to give thanks. The weathered backstop at Monroe Elementary School rose into the bright blue sky. This was my field of dreams where, at age seven, I first played baseball. My father was coach. The memories rushed over me as I recalled his strength, patience...
Thanksgiving Praise for the Sacred Feminine

Thanksgiving Praise for the Sacred Feminine

The day my father died my mother did not shed a tear. Aunt Joan guided me, and my little brother Mike, away from the house full of mourners to the backyard where my father had introduced me to Classical Greek mythology and the wonder of stories well told. Joan...