Friends ringing. I love this wonderful barbecue atmosphere.

Hard times can hit at any time, any where and anybody. Help when you can, never know when it could be you.

A poem exhorting the sun to break through the clouds and give us a magnificent summer’s day so we can enjoy the pleasure of barbecues with friends.

Your mother was a big woman with a loud voice, and your father was a small, quiet, contemplative man. After the block party, things changed.

A poem about a barbecue.

The history of dish and a review of its species.

Where a Texas gal learns that her beloved (chef extraodinaire) not only cannot grill — but has no intention of doing so … ever!

I’ve always liked Spring, so that’s why I wrote this.
I want to make it into an illustrated kids book.
Let me know what you think in comments please!

Rural south in US, pure water, fish, trees, river, old men, memories, sun, Indian graves bottom of river.

Short story of what happened at a barbecue.