TOUCHING MY STAR In verdant fields of youth, we’d lie and gaze At starry skies, where dreams and magic sway With laughter, tales, and songs, we’d chase the sun And vow to touch the brightest star, before the day is done Years went by, and life’s weights came to bear … More Touching My Star »
MY PEN ON THE DANCE FLOOR: My pen is the ultimate dance partner, twirling, spinning, pirouetting across the page. With reckless abandon, and a flick of its nib, a symphony it conducts – a seeming silliness, harmonizing my thoughts and a joyful jamboree of words. A bubby brook, in … More My Pen on The Dance Floor »
