Sep 4, 2026 | Writer's Blog
For years unknown, the oak tree had been there, half-way up the hillside, all alone in the open pasture. It stood majestically throughout every season and had become a symbol of life and strength to my family. Countless hours were spent under its massive branches...
Oct 8, 2025 | Writer's Blog
All my colors, my every wordAll compliments I’ve ever heard,All my time and all my sleepingAll my money, none I’m keeping. My dinner, my treats, and my foodMy right to stay in a foul mood,My social circle, all my friendsDays that fade into pleasing ends....
