Guns, me and my Ukrainian Heritage
GUNS.. ME, AND MY UKRAINIAN HERITAGE My son was using a broom handle for a gun in his make-believe battle with the bad guys in
Jack Milan and me
I guess you could call me a Catersource groupie in the days of Mike Roman and Pauline Hoogmoed with Carl Jones running the Catersource forum.
there was an old man
There was an old man… (he didn’t live by the sea, but he did live by me) “Write your stories,” he said, “your voice is
Eating Ice Cream for Breakfast?
Eating Ice Cream for Breakfast? my dreams spreading like a plague infecting each night never-ending nightmares I awake each morning more exhausted than the last
updating my blog-life .. January 2022
Updating my blog life January 2022 Well, it has been a minute since I sat down to write purely whatever is on my mind. I
Betty White is dead, this does not bode well for the rest of us
Betty White is dead, am I next I wonder? The radio announcer was in denial, even he couldn’t believe it and he was freaking young!
you first must travel the road through hell to get to paradise… Vegas to Arizona
This is not a pretty story but one that needs to be written yet again. The voice from above was strangely calm “if you don’t
what I do (writers assignment Nov. 16th 2021)
What I do .. my writing assignment for a course I’m taking. As I sit here and ponder the question of “what I do,” my
Make love.. not war. A story about one man.. my dad.
There are hidden treasures buried all over Europe stripped from captured German soldiers’ personal items. Look in fields and ditches and wherever the allies took
Flying high, not for the faint of heart .. or me apparently (written before the pandemic)
Why is it everyone thinks I am so brave to drive south by myself? I have been driving myself everywhere my whole life. I have