My father was born with a real silver spoon in his mouth, not gold not platinum but a nice solid silver. Not by any fault of his own but rather by his family having practiced good business and money-wise decisions. I still have his monogrammed solid silver christening cup. I was born with a silver… Read More Spoons
An Old Way with Words My father in his off-handed way imparted some advice on us. Advice of which I have shared with my children and hopefully will to their children too. “Your word is the only thing you truly own and take with you when you die.” By this he meant of all the things… Read More Your Words – Be Remembered Well!
The way is long under the heat of the sun. The camel and rider travel as one. The roast of the sand beneath its feet, Dribbles through the hourglass until time to meet. The moment of deletion, life’s glory gone. Booze, cigarettes, cancer, none of them won. Time is the boss in our house of straw.… Read More Luck of the Draw
Stories of a Word Pearler 