Poem : Questions…

Questions, Questions in a myriad they go, When will they stop? I don’t really know. They come to me day and night, Reason I muster, yet am I right? My future, my present and even my past, Are crashing in on me with a blast. They march before me in a parade, As I wonder … Read more

Story : The Handwriting On The Wall

A weary mother returned from the store lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her 8-year-old son, anxious to relate what his younger brother had done. “While I was out playing and Dad was on a call, T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall! It’s on the new paper you … Read more