Dr. Lisa L. Smith, ASU Phoenix

 Vonnie Ackerman and Linda Colhoff-Glover 

  of ASAP Coalition, Rapid City, South Dakota

            Dr. Patrick Griswold, MSU Denver

                     Tucson Festival of Books


  Current reads:

  *Because of Winn-Dixie, by Kate DeCamillo (y-a fiction)

  *Portrait of the Artist as a Young Dog, by Dylan Thomas


  *The Sum of Us, by Heather McGhee (sociology)

  *God Passes By, by Shoghi Effendi (history)

  *Finding Moon, by Tony Hillerman (fiction)

  *Portals to Freedom, by Howard Colby Ives (memoir)

  *Autobiography of Malcolm X

  *Paris Talks, by 'Abdu"l-Baha (spiritual guidance)

  *A Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens (fiction)






   Psychotherapy Associates 43rd Annual  

     Winter Symposium, Colorado Springs

        Saraiya Kanning of Raebird Creations

                   Cover artist for EDEN

                  Shirley Stroud Riddle

         Stark State College, Canton OH

  Marquisha Ledwell, host of Slick Talx, and

  Cap III, owner of Joy Radio, Canton, Ohio

      Elaine Goodrich-Premo, SheridanCollege WY

  Rebekah Cabrera, Principal,

  Coatimundi Middle School, Rio Rico AZ

 A thought:

  If you want to see the brave, look at those who can forgive.  If you

  want to see the heroic, look at those who can love in return for






   I opened my eyes to this world on September 24, 1949, in the old army hospital at Ft. Ord, California, the

   oldest child of M/Sgt Michael and Mrs. Harriet Hofer.  My dad was the first American-born son of 

   Croatian immigrants, and my mother was the granddaughter of Prussian farmers.

   In 1967 I graduated from Seaside High School, Seaside, California, and in 1977 I received an Associate

   Degree in Nursing (RN) from El Paso Community College (now called Pikes Peak CC) in Colorado

   Springs.  I also attended Västmanlands Läns Landstings Vårdskolan (nursing school)  in Västerås,

   Sweden, for a year.  (Yes, I can speak Swedish, although I'm terribly rusty.  I could speak some Hausa at

   one time, too, but all that's left of that is a couple stains on my tongue.)  My nursing shoes have sprinted

   down the long hallways of a county jail, a renal-diabetic unit, two AIDS units and two long-term care

   facilities. They tiptoed between patients lying on the floors of two over-crowded Nigerian hospitals and

   stood for hours squelching in the heat of a Nigerian OR.  For the last few years of my nursing career I was

    HIV/AIDS certified.  I retired in 2012.

   While an Army brat I lived in (besides Ft. Ord) Hawaii, Ohio, California, Virginia, and Germany.  When

    no longer "Army" I nested briefly in Colorado, Sweden, Nigeria, and several towns in California.

    As you can guess, all that moving around has put me in a constant state of homesickness:  I always long

    to be somewhere else.

   I currently call Colorado home.  I recently remarried and now share  space with a lovely man named Don.