Some personal insight into how with bad comes good and perhaps fate is our best passenger.

A poem about my father’s death.

Poem dealing with death.

A short story to help teenagers learn that the decisions they make right now, can effect the rest of their lives.

A mother’s one wish.

I wrote this poem for a woman I know mother.

We go to bed each night, safe and do we truly understand who protects us, who keeps us safe. Remember! Honor!

Menu liked Pinky because she was the only one in the house who talked politely with her.

When people talk about their children they tend to say they are bright or gifted. Not many would tell the whole truth – I will.

As I started trying to find my own voice, I was often wondering what my mom thought and until I started talking with her, I didn’t find out. That is what lead to this poem. Actually, showing her this poem and the one before it helped both of us to grow even closer; now, we are more like friends.