During the winter season here in the North Country I feed the birds. It seems a kind gesture and I enjoy their company. In the process I have also learned a bit about the nature of my feathered and furry friends who visit my dooryard daily and like in all species of living things, there are a few bullies in the mix. Read more…

Bullies are everywhere.

They say he is still alive

At work in this world

In a more subtle way.

I was on a date with a new guy at restaurant one night when I suddenly ran into Sally, the girl who used to bully me in junior high. I remember her calling me "Chewie" cause I used to chew on my hair.

(This story is based on real-life events.)

When the dead walk again, one corpse has these poetic words to say.

This is a brief poem about name calling and bullying. All creatures have feelings and we should respect one another. I have heard people refer to squirrels as tree rats, but I know they are really just squirrels.

Nothing should be left unsaid.

Poem about how I’ve grown to forgive but not yet forget my high school bullies.

A poem about finding your own destiny.

The truth about school from a person who was bullied.