I don't understand...
I don't understand myself, i'm popular, I really am.
The Creator
The old mans eyes where worn, his gray hair was a frizzy mess atop his head. As he walked through the streets of Cricket Creek many people laughed because of the way he looked, walked and smelt.
Jonestown Chapter 1
She watched out the window, her long black hair tied up in a loose messy bun on the top of her head. Sleep evaded her as the hours passed. Her dad's old red pickup truck bounced along the dirt rode.
A Gift of Love
My 9 year old son, Jordan, has been difficult to parent lately. Tempers, attitudes, pushing every boundary possible. Very frustrating but always an opportunity for growth and to demonstrate love.