For greatness to be laudable, ponder: sincerity and gentleness; authenticity and gracefulness; and sanctity. Practice these; and your heart and mind will be deserving of praise.

Just four years old, I was. A toddler, still, but a talkative one. The year was 1963. A day in history None would soon forget. His name was Richard. A man of many years And much power, Apparently. There was a party at my house – One…

A child rode her bike ambitiously. She cannot sleep last night, thinking how fun it would be, to be with her grandmother. A closed gate welcomed her wholeheartedly. She didn’t mind the gate, for she knows, her grandmother is an old woman with parched back….

I never wanted it to be “us”, You couldn’t let it rest. You wanted to prove to me You were my man I guess. For a few good months, You introduced me to this caring, loving man, That he was qualified to spoil me in…

Perhaps my father was the first, with his absence, except for the rare storms from his daytime slumber to terrorize us into quiet so he could sleep. I once got caught in the cross fire of his flying hands. I was not yet 3. My…

Never be afraid to be different We all have flaws and accomplishments You can run, I can’t. I can write, you can’t. I’m not good with computers, you are. Technology hates me, not you. There are pluses and minuses everywhere not only in math.  

bitter is what I remember, growing stoutly against the leaning barn, broad green leaves with familiar red stalks, a row of healthy fruit that Grandma would sweeten and make pies for Sunday dinner. Michellia D. Wilson 8/13/2016

Standing in the playground, Eyes closed to the sun, Dreaming I’m a superhero; Believing I’m The One. Later, in the mirror, Appalled at what I see; Clumpy, tousled, earth-bound. No one there but me. © Anne McMaster

Dont worry It wasnt your fault You were just the first In the generalsation of my life There were many after you But you inaugurated the slaughter house You were as innocent as me Silly little kids Why didn’t you share your eraser with me…

Would you believe it – I have an intervention with myself and it was cancelled? How about this – How about we fax a picture of Dudley’s bare ass – yes, one exists – to all the movie studios? We could expect a return phone…