Nothing can fix what you have done.

A poem I wrote to my step-son.

A true-life about-me poem. Sometimes we don’t hear the message, because we aren’t listening to the words. "we can not analyze nor can we evaluate love"

There are some secrets, that cannot be released like the cooking secrets. There are cuisine which belong to some populations. To have access to the secret, you do not have to be a threat.

Love Thy Neighbor, Judge Them Not.

Letting your child grow. Letting them learn from experience.

Relationships are hard, especially if you don’t know what the other person is going through.

I miss my friends on Triond. We have been together so long, you seem like my good neighbors. I hope to be back with you soon to take up where I left off. I’m dipping my toes in the water for the last few days but it will still be awhile before I get into full swing. Before long I hope to be reading your articles and leaving comments. In the meantime I haven’t forgotten you.

Verse about addiction.

Years ago, I suffered from an Anxiety disorder. I developed a fear of bees, that would paralyze me. I am better know… but this depicts those times.