Beauty… and love are in the eye of the beholder… or in this case, eyes.

What lies our country hides behind what we call rights!

We are all Father’s children whiter good or bad.

Children grow up. They need some civic instruction. That is why you have to make sure they understand, what you say.

Poem about my kids.

It’s a woman’s prerogative to change her mind. Ah… but we’re starting so young these days…

One of the hardest things to do is to watch your friend go through a divorce, yet guys seldom complain about it, maybe that is why often times it ends so tragically.

Suffer the little children to come unto me thus said the Lord.

Children are wonderful creations of God…
Their innocence, their brilliance, their questions, trouble as well as make us wonder.. Really a child makes a family complete.

A haiku about kid.