Call Me a Momma’s Boy Again Call me a momma’s boy. Call me a momma’s boy again. It doesn’t matter what you mean by calling me such a ...

Don't Be Silly Really. Why?  Why can't I be silly?  Why can't you?  Oh, yes.   I just looked up the definition:  ad...

I was asked to speak about storytelling to a group. What makes you a good storyteller?  Early in my life, I had no clue I was born to...

abstract painting: Questions by Linda Woods  Rohak a young Hindu man that stayed in my home for a period of time has kept in touch wi...

                                                          my dad and my grandson  It's Gonna BE OKAY.  That is the title of a journ...

Where is the light at the end of the tunnel... the long, long tunnel  of      dark            ness  created by what has becom...

The promise from the beginning included those who were to come. The "were to come" just became another huge reality in my ...