Posts by Elsie Zala

The New York City tenement scene which I have painted in a previous story became more and more worrisome to me as my little sister, Nancy, was growing up.  In our working- poor community most of our adult neighbors and even some of their children had not finished high school and worked at low-paying jobs. …

“Hi, I’m Elsie,” I said to my fellow student. “Are you taking notes in braille on that gizmo?” “Yup,” he answered. “Thanks for asking.” He extended his hand. “My name’s Frank.” It was the first day of a two-year graduate counseling program and the beginning of a long and close relationship between Frank and me.…