I sure will miss my dear friend, Molly, beloved friend I never met.
Whenever my faith in my sense of justice was shaken, whenever I doubted myself, her writing would restore my soul, steady my course.
Molly was an archer with well-aimed, barbed arrows that seldom missed their mark, like a stake driven into the heart of the greed, sleeze, hypocrisy and inhumanity all too common among our high and mighty politicos.
Her body quietly flickered to an end but her soul never gave an inch and she left us with a voice strong and sure. So as we say our sad good byes, I feel a smile creeping across my face picturing the welcoming party: Ann Richards, Art Buchwald, Will Rogers and Mark Twain beaming with delight at her welcome arrival.