A fun story about how a boy helps his great grandmother.

Inspired by the true story of two women who drove their car off a pier into the chilly waters of Puget Sound.

This is a poem about a young baby’s idea of it’s first Christmas. Before the baby can really see what is coming on and understands things.

An article about my grandson who has Autism Spectrum Disorder.

A crazy idea, but very rewarding.

The fun is in the hunt.

Roots are usually the sure foundation of an excellent tree, as the saying said, "The tree is known by its first fruit."

I realized that my motivation in using those terms and cliche’s was that I know the secret of the love of those wonderful people who came before me and the heartwarming way that I experience that love all over again, each time that I use those terms. Naturally, I want to pass that secret on to my own beloved children and grandchildren.

After chatting with my grandparents I have to ask myself, What has happened to us?

This is a short poem I wrote about my worthless grandparents and how much I despise them and well just read it.
I’m so pissed off right now I can’t even write anymore………………..
sorry no picture in this one by the way…………………