I don’t just talk to fill silence. I talk because there’s meaning in the experience…
Tag: Writing
One Voice. Ten Fingers. Countless Stories. (Happy National Blogger Day)
…every story I’ve written came from a life fully lived—painfully, hilariously, imperfectly lived. And whether I’ve shared memories from my childhood, love notes to my parents, awkward moments with my friends, pranks gone wrong, or heartfelt reflections about slavery, legacy, and life… they’re mine. And now they belong to you too….
Where The Magic Happens
That would mean that I would need an electronic tint available during certain hours to resist the harsh rays of the sun when it stands high in the sky and when it descends.
When They Reminisce…
Over time, I found that it wasn’t just “stepping in” when I was needed, but to ultimately make the day a little better, and make life a little more manageable…
Spending My Time The “Write” and Wrong Way
I can only imagine how much I could get accomplished if I had an additional 6 hours at the keyboard every night.
Make It Make Sense -aka- Hey, You Asked (A Memory For Teacher Appreciation Week)
Yes, a title. 50% of your grade. Personally, I thought the score point distribution was idiotic, but that was me…
Kenny's Camera, Cooking & Crazy Confessions! 