10 years ago, we lost one of my favorite college professors, Dr. Jon Wallace. He was the advisor for our student newspaper and guided me through my editorial responsibilities of hiring, firing, and managing a crew. When the University administration was upset at what I wrote in my columns, he called me into his office to tell me that more people were reading the newspaper than ever before. He pushed students in our writing courses. To this day, I believe I use more of the skills learned from him in my daily life than those from my biology professors, but please do not share that with them...
Just as I was graduating college, I noticed a unique photo hanging in his office. After hearing of his passing, I wrote this poem in a matter of hours. It is a true story about a man who meant a lot to me and many others, and a story about a tree and a photo. You can find it published in Cursed with Wings: and other Frustrations
Life is uncertain. Life is not fair. But we all leave our mark on the world, in some way--even if that mark is etched in the sky.
A man and a tree
For Dr. Wallace