There are so many kinds of love. Love for friends. Love for pets. Love for children. Love for romantic partners. Each is different. But...

I began this blog with the intention of chronicling my thoughts as I completed the first book in my children’s book series: Alex and Theo....

Sitting at the edge of a fountain at the center of a courtyard, there sat a lonely child. She did not know that loneliness was the name...

When I was a kid, my family would trek across Europe every few years to see our relatives who had migrated there. We would eventually...

A few months ago, I sent the manuscript for Alex and Theo: We’re Twins to an artist. It might be presumptuous to say it is a manuscript...

I continue to read Stephen King's On Writing. In the first half, King speaks of his life. In the second half, he switches to advice...

The sleeplessness of mother She cannot rest, be still, For in her heart, she knows the truth, Her child is very ill. Many lived before...

Among some Native American People, male individuals went into the wilderness for a rite of passage, a vision quest. The young man would...

Of late, I have been reading Stephen King’s book: On Writing: A Memoir of the Craft. Despite not being a fan of horror fiction, I’ve...

In the 1980’s, there was a movie called, “The Gods Must Be Crazy.” The premise is that a group of contented San hunter-gatherers living...