Two girlfriends take it upon themselves to investigate their neighborhood’s haunted house.

A 9/11/01 survivors’ story.

A poem.

They say there’s no place like home and that;s very true. For most people home is the place that holds precious memories. The fantastic home cooked meals, the family games, the birthday parties, the friends who came to visit and the special days of the year that brought much happiness. There were also days of sorrow, pain, and tears. The loss of loved ones, sickness, and trying times we had to face. All this is in my memory of home.

Perhaps that alone can give you a lesson.

A suburban woman is falsely accused and convicted of a felony crime she did not commit. This is the story of her serving 250 hours of community service after 60 days house arrest and paying thousands in fines. Balancing injustice in the streets of Detroit proved to be a healing ground.

A poem for all of us.

Scary poem.

This is a dream I had about me being a lost soul wandering the earth in tears and confusion,in hope to find my one true love.

A story about a kid named J.D.