The boy was scared to enter the room of the dying man but his mother persisted.

It is about how childhood disappears, and adulthood suddenly appears.

Writings from a private eye.

Appreciate beauty in its natural form.

Poem about this beautiful girl.

A true account of a scouting adventure from my youth where we rescued someone and saved a life.

A poem about [boy] scouting.

Written for my dad.Has been in Boy Scouts for 50 years now living on a Boy Scout Reservation as full-time Ranger.

Roddy plays for the Rowdies, an under 16 Select Soccer team. His life is chronicled.

It’s a sad thing when you’ve learned that you almost forgotten the one thing that makes you happy. I am already 31, and too old to be an active boy scout.