The tragedy of being an only child is that we grow up being egocentric and secretive, never learning to share our possessions and emotions with
Category: Creative Writing
Ego Invictus (I am Unconquerable)
Out of the night that covers me,Black as the pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may beFor my unconquerable soul. In the fell
Little Red Riding Hood and My Path In The Wood
Looking back and all around me, I am truly grateful to belong to the generation that grew up with books, played in sandboxes, chased friends
I Refuse!
Here’s the deal: much as I enjoy living in Germany and have settled into my new life here, albeit endless upheavals and adjustments, I draw
Losing My Hearing and Finding A Voice
One of the follies of youth is refusing to believe that some day I would be as old as my parents were when I thought
Modern Time-Wasters
When I was growing up, and I’m sure I speak for my entire generation and those before me, when I complained about being bored or
