This is not actually to "everyone" or "all". This is to everyone on Triond that I visit, and who visits me…It is for everyone who I will visit and who will visit me…It’s for everyone I stopped visiting and who has stopped visiting me.

It’s written backwards because if you read it one through three, it leaves a bitter taste…This way is better.

A traveling homesick poem inspired by the Beatles, Steve Miller, and Paul Pena.

A long day begins with sirens, high winds and rain.

I sometimes want to travel, but I don’t really do that well away from home.

The grim reality of what it is like to have a loved one in hospital.

A little piece of eulogy (easily sung) as I salute my home of bygone days where my family grew up. It’s written to capture the feelings of returning to one’s home town after being away for years.

How to pack for a trip, and five rules that young people should follow when visiting grandparents.