The End

The end is near. The End. Why are we always so fixated on the end? I have to admit that I hated when the end came. The end of the summer vacation meant it was time to go back to work. The end of the month meant it was time to pay all of the … More The End

Why I Write

I was the student that was always excited to have a brand new sharpened pencil in my  hand.  I remember being in kindergarten  with all of my sharpened pencils lined up on my desk along  with a new pink block eraser.  The sight of the point on the pencil becoming dull always made me sad.  … More Why I Write