This article in no way endorses spanking as a form of punishment as all the act proves is that a big person can hit a little person. Had my father swatted my behind in the store today as he did all those years ago, and as benign and painless as it was, he would have been arrested for instilling good values in his child. While my husband and I made a conscious decision not to ever hit our children, it is a different time and had our children been born back then, perhaps our decision would have reflected the times. I never felt I was abused by my father’s three whacks to my backside, but there are parents who do take advantage of the term “discipline” and their children need the law’s protection.

A mother and her son share the Easter holiday with her grandparents; it’s a day of family traditions and the infamous egg hunt. The mother wakes up and realizes that the special day was just a dream, but finds comfort knowing that her deceased grandfather brought her so many happy memories that she will pass on to her son.

An Easter poem for all who still believe in the Easter Rabbit.

Walking in life, seeing the real deal.

Andrew and the Tooth Fairy, or not.

A poem of springtime and what it may bring.