“I doubt if our parents care what we do, or anything about us at this point,” my brother Val told me. It was November of

“I doubt if our parents care what we do, or anything about us at this point,” my brother Val told me. It was November of
Kids grow up They move out They fall in love Or have their hearts broken Or not. They get degrees Learn trades Explore their worlds
Her name was Patience. She was young, pretty, determined, and seemingly friendless. I might have been wrong, but I asked her if she had any
Cold Hands, Warm Hearts My eldest brother Max (10 years my senior) had asked his best friend Teddy to escort me home from the theater
I Hate Valentine’s Day – A Very Short Story “I shouldn’t be alone today,” thought young Randy as he sat brooding on a rock, on
When I started writing this blog in 2012 one of my kids was in high school, and the other was in middle school. This was