Seems we can learn a lot from a turkey or even a silly goose.

This poem for my mother, is filled with memories of life on the old farm. With it, I added a little, hand-made barnyard scene.

A Thanksgiving poem about my granddaughters.

Lawrence ended his writing career in a state of anti-American bitterness with this jaw dropping note of vitriolic anger.

Thanksgiving is called "Erntedankfest" in Bavaria which means literally "harvest thanks festival" and it took place generally on the first Sunday in October.

Poetry.

It is always good to follow great leaders, but even then following blindly would lead to disasters.

Show me that Iam wrong about fading romance.

A cold day.

It’s funny and all about maybe not having goose for christmas dinner.