No ill gotten gain comes for free. That is enough.

This is a poem I wrote about the terrist attacks of 9/11.

I have just returned from a trip of a lifetime using both AMTRAK and the Canadian Via Rail. The experience was interesting.

While the 1950s are often looked upon by some of us as the "good old days," by contrast the 1960s brought whirlwinds of trouble. What a time for a young boy like me to go through his latter formative years! Not only were there outside forces affecting me, but there were also problems at home. However, this was nothing that God could not unravel.

Museum.

The article is snarky satire so if you don’t like it, save your typing fingers and judgments and stumble to the Christian Science review site. If, however, you appreciate dark humor of the lowest sense…congratulations for not being a total douche and read my gripes about the New York City subway.

Noticing the beautiful nature at New York City.

Vision about life and living in New York City.

Working in NYC as an interior landscaper, I teach a woman how to keep her plants healthy. (An excerpt from my memoirs).

Lucinda, 20s-30s, is grappling with where she is in her life and how her relationships are defined.