A young man loved ping pong He also liked Mah Jong But what was lewd And oh so crude He’d only wear a thong. Call of Saul There was an...

Hats off to those who blog about writing and make it both interesting and relevant. What a challenge that is.  If I ever finish my novel,...

I’ve moved on from sheep and cows to the hazards of sweets. There was a girl who Stole sweets And hid them inside her sheets One morning...

Occasionally you hear an author say, “the book wrote itself.” Really? That’s as incredible as saying, “I knitted my own false teeth.”...