This is a religous poem about neighbors.

A poem about the darkness that comes during the storm….and the light that is found after its passing…

A short poem written in another one of those days, when there was plenty of time spent doing nothing.

A short poem about neighbor’s dogs.

Neighborliness isn’t quite as common today as it was ten, twenty and fifty years ago and farther back but there is something uniquely special about a neighborhood when tragedy of one form or another strikes even today. Read more…

This story opens on a sunny day. The camera moves in focusing on the little old woman sitting in silence at her outdoor garden table gazing straight ahead as if in deep thought. The gentle hot breeze is thick. It carries the scent of roses through the fruit orchard, and then mingles into the neighbor’s freshly mowed lawn. The birds are chirping. The feeling is one of tranquility…

Things heat up in part 10.

Life achieves friends,relatives,neighbors and many more in its journey….

My first time living in an apartment.

Terri.