Writer's block isn’t a wall. It is a room with too many doors. The words are there, hiding—waiting for you to choose the right one to open.

Through generations, time stretches backward and forward. What comes before does not have to impact what lies ahead—let your legacy live on.

Misplaced memories collide with unexpected discoveries—how much of the past belongs to me, and how much has been rewritten?

Finding strength in faith to rise above the storm, the power of choosing healing over revenge, and trusting God to restore what was broken.

A year of loss transformed into strength, gratitude, and hope, with faith leading the way into a future full of promise and renewal.

An unexpected gift arrives, offering hope and healing while stirring echoes of unspoken love. It sustains yet leaves the heart longing.

This poem is a commentary on human behavior, showing how some people present themselves as virtuous but fail to live by their own standards.

Sometimes I will have a memory of something I have written, and even though there are hundreds of papers, I can usually locate the one...