Walking and Dreaming!
So, who are they? And why do we listen to them anyway? The world tells us what to…
Pictures of the wall in my office (aka The Box) at my day job (the one that pays…
Life is passing me by while I lay; the days, hours and minutes float away. I reach my…
Staring at the ceiling as silent tears from the corners of my eyes roll quickly down, leaving tracks…
The following poem was written and recited to me by my 9 1/2 year-old daughter for Father’s Day,…
Am I dead in this life? I am alive in the next? Do I come alive after I…
Within the silence, that often surrounds Truth is heard and grace abounds ≈ Within faith’s glow, living waters…
“Memory”  Colored Pencils   4×6 inches   ©1986 A little throw back Thursday art from my college days.I believe this…