Red Room Where the Writers Are

Every year at Christmas I feel sad in the back of my head and in a corner of my soul because I miss my father who died many years ago, being to young to die.

Like my mother always said, "Put on some lipstick before you walk out the door (although Sarah Palin's endorsement of this feat has made me revert to ChapStick).  You never know who you're go

Where last year’s garden was, Gerald planted a patch of sunflowers.  He qu

I wrote this for some girl a long time ago--and I gave it to her and I don't think she ever really appreciated it...probably explains why I made a better choice and went with "old F