Short story about ways a child wakes up parents.

Original piece written while going through custody issues.

We are supposed to be a society but yet act as monsters when the cries of help are constantly out there. We in turn ignore them as weaknesses to mask our own justifications of our own demise in our spirits.

Blessed are those who have this dream of mine…

Written a while back – From a young parent torn between striving for her own future and having to play the role of parent.

A poem about my wonderful daughter who’s nickname is Cockle!

Third day of my online diary.

A little girl waits for her daddy.

Writing practice.

A short humorous story of a donkey with extreme hope.