“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
There is a quiet beauty about historic cemeteries that I can’t always put into words. So many lives ask to be remembered and stories beg
“I doubt if our parents care what we do, or anything about us at this point,” my brother Val told me. It was November
This afternoon I was thinking about Werewolves for some unknown reason. Maybe it was the coyotes behind my house. Maybe it was just my own
Werewolf Week Continues on Vampiremaman.com! Strange Strangers on a Full Moon Night Mars was exceptionally bright in the sky last night. The moon was less
This morning I spoke with my son Garrett (age 20, in college, six-hour dive from here.) I’m always so proud at how confident he is.