A Halloween poem for the nonprofit arts leaders among you. Laugh at your own peril. With apologies to the Poes. Once upon a desk so dusty, while I called a sixteenth trustee, All about a new donation that would keep open our door— While I wept and gave a holler, “Oh, why can’t we raise a dollar?” And the tightness of my collar made me sweat profusely … [Read more...] about The Craven
Arts are essential. Your nonprofit is not.
