This stratigraphy caught my attention while I was walking to Promised Land and back with my son, Ellis

“Tranquilo, tranquilo"

Something mysterious was going on

Eric seemed to have the magic touch that morning

“We better call Larry.”

On the way home from the city Saturday night we found ourselves singing

Summertime hassles are nothing new


First-time authors are allowed to obsess

It seems that somewhere a line should be drawn