Not me. Face it the audience for the novelet My Life with Logos would be cost prohibitive plus her rebutal novel--The Delusions of a Litnet Maniac would probably be a best seller with movie and sequel rights and I would have to spend the rest of my life granting interviews with People magazine. Sigh--the price of fame. However my son Daniel (aka Guttesnipe #2) is developing a book based on Peter Heller's In My Corner updated to cover 2000 boxers. It would be an introduction ...
Updated 09-06-2010 at 02:07 AM by mtpspur
A student-teacher relationship... That we are supposed to be. At first, I can deliver my lesson in our class well. I discuss, you listen. I give activities, you do them. And then, you and your classmates love me the way I deliver my lesson. In return, I also learn to love you and your classmates. Every time I go in your classroom, you're always there to help me bring my things. And every time I need your simple help, you also there for me. You also accompanied me in every where I ...
Updated 09-05-2010 at 10:48 AM by jhonerliz
Looking at my four year old son I can't help but wonder, when do we loose this ability to find joy in insignificant things. A stick on the ground is a magical find and you can use it as a sword, a gun or a magic wand. A stone is the sweetest gift he can think of to give me and tells me it's a wishing stone. There are so many things like that that bring so much joy to his little heart. I sometimes feel like I am getting the best parts of my childhood back when we get overexcited about something like ...
My Mother and I loved each other, but our relationship was fraught. I was Bambi and she a grizzly bear, polar opposite personalities. But we made it work. She came to understand my need to be myself, and I acknowledged her deep and abiding love for her children, even while she swiped at us with her mighty paw. They were never literal blows or mortal (though when I was a teen-ager I sometimes thought they were). I guess you could say that I grew up and so did she. As a last and fitting ...
Updated 03-09-2013 at 08:25 PM by qimissung
I wanted to write a poem and this is what came out, no it is not from a personal experience. To my Fiend O friend how can words justly share the feelings inside, so dark, so fair you cry out, save me from this place and I, a stone, do not race to your aid For friendship was forsaken long ago the motives still I do not know that one so close could me betray Friend I lost you that day you stole ...
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