Post #217 – Nothing Can Steal Our Joy
Although my journey has been less than pleasant
Post #208 – Wildflower – The Song and My Friendship with the Writer
In 1972 in Victoria, Canada, a rookie policeman wrote a poem for his girlfriend while driving home in his police car. Dave “the Cop” Richardson gave the poem to his friend David Foster, a young aspiring young musician looking for material for his new band, SKYLARK. Foster passed […]
Post #150 – Confessional – Personal Secrets
I cannot sleep without my head and eyes completely covered by a black satin sheet. I pull the blanket up to my chin. My mouth barely shows (says my husband and aid). I have claustrophobia, but I have always felt safe under my covers. I believe that if […]
