
Sunday Night Blues


You may believe, your light; is only a small spark. You may believe, your heart; could never be…

The following is taken from the draft introduction to my upcoming memoir ‘Cowboys Are Not Supposed To Cry’…

Why is it that sometimes our most favorite memories are those that seem often to be shrouded in…

“What do you see? The blue sky is beginning to darken as night approaches and I watch you…