It’s winter, but I hate it, and since I’ve been digging in the writing folder, I decided to revisit this essay from way back in…
It’s winter, but I hate it, and since I’ve been digging in the writing folder, I decided to revisit this essay from way back in…
One late night in the mid-1980s, a young college student was peacefully reading in her small house she shared with a roommate, who was working…
In a time when children did not just disappear, one did. It was December 9, 1961 when 11-year-old Andy Sims went outside to play. It…
I have always liked this poem…whoever She is, for one moment in time, she is very special indeed. It doesn’t really matter, that she wasn’t…
This was posted once, a while back when I had 2 readers…now I have 4 readers :)) LOL… I thought since it is that time…
WHRRRRR! Oh boy….it’s the drill, and there is nothing quite like having your mouth full of gravel. I feel the cold spray of the water…
Such a wonderful day. The alarm at my bedside fires off with a blare. I feel as enthusiastic and energetic as I always do at…
There is still time to read (and vote if you like) for short story/poems in the current issue of the Texas Writers Journal. My story…