In remembrance of my grandpa…to the man he was here on earth and to the man he is now that he has been gone.(Death: June 2, 2003)

A love from the past and a place visited where the love took place. Memories are there, not forgotten. Wrestling with the idea of letting go, back to the past where it belongs.

Sometimes you envy the ability to just switch off and forget.

A poem about self image.

You have one life, why not live it?

It is not healthy to carry stresses around.

Rhythm enhances the beauty of what’s natural.

About the memories my sister and I had when we were growing up.

For you youngsters out there – don’t go running headlong into adulthood without reading this.

Childhood memories of carefree summers.