I am the sixth of seven children: molded, formed, nudged, inspired and influenced by these unique remarkable people. They are my sisters, brothers and parents and they are in my stories, even if not mentioned, they are there.
Category: Oh! Those Were The Days My Friend
Nostalgic stories from childhood. Some are funny and hilarious even. Other stories, not so much.
Mr. Laset and the Huronia Games
A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove... but the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child.
Forest E. Witcraft
Teacher, Scholar
Let the Games Begin ~ part 3
When the cat’s away, the mice shall play
Amy’s Men
Her hair is Harlow gold
Her lips are sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold
She got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn the music on you
You won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow
She got Bette Davis eyes
...Kim Carnes
Theory of Loss
Now the sun's gone to hell and
The moon's riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We are fools to make war
On our brothers in arms
~Dire Straits
Situation Normal 