Category: short story-Non Fiction
Christmas, I don’t forget anyone I love or who loved me, especially that makes a family, near or far as they may be, hearts open this season to or for ALL!
While We Look at Russia and Ukraine
I’ve sat with the most kind-hearted and loving of woman, on the concrete, in Jacksonville, the only thing that was naked and cold, hearing stories of the woman that was once raped right across the street, maybe 200 feet away, and that now have a party atmosphere. We talked about all the Good Old TV…