A wee run fir Caroline, with lot’s a love and best wishes…
Hope you have a hoot.

A party and one not-so-helpful son.

On your birthday, you can think about catering. Sandwich is a revolution in our homes. We can now be free cuisine wise.

I wrote this poem to my beloved Grandma, many years ago. She lives in heaven now and some day we will be together again, for all eternity!

A series of my dreams that I have had over the years and present that I am compiling into a book one day. Short, short stories of dreams that I am sharing for pure entertainment. Enjoy.

My 21st birthday is approaching in a matter of weeks, and this is a reflection I wrote about what I have learned, because five years ago before I turned 16, I was so depressed I was contemplating suicide on this same day five years back.

This is about me and my team on an unexpected adventure on my birthday. I had the whole team come up to our place.

If it ain’t real, it ain’t love…

Bridging the gap. The importance of Love and Family.

A poem about my little Sophie.