home grown stories

Tate Publishing & Enterprises, LLC

Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. I'm not going to spend too much time on this, but the organization which presents itself as  "Christian"   has acted in a  disgraceful and deceitful manner. Tate is the publisher of my last two books, and I was in the process of publishing my third book with… Continue reading Tate Publishing & Enterprises, LLC

George & Bob Stories, Halloween Stories


  This is the story of George and Bob, who were brothers. One was older than the other. But I forget which one. George was feeling pretty good, despite the fact he was suffering from a head cold. "Achoo!" he sneezed as he was putting on his school sweater. "God Bless You!" yelled his little sister Francine… Continue reading GEORGE & BOB STORIES – HALLOWEEN TOWELS

George & Bob Stories


  This is the story of George and Bob who were brothers. One was older than the other. But I forget which one. George and Bob were bored. It was a Saturday afternoon and it was raining very hard outside. The television was off because there weren’t any good programs on, not ones they were… Continue reading MOMMY AND RAINY DAY TIMES


The Infinite Frog

    The final words I heard last night before drifting off to sleep were these:“Just so you know – there’s a toad in the living room.” Thus continues the never ending saga of my cat, Garfunkle, and his determination to bring us every conceivable essence of wild life. Upon hearing those words, I didn’t open… Continue reading The Infinite Frog

Family, home grown stories

Obla Dee, Obla Da

They come back every year at this time. The Ooo-bid-dee birds. Actually, they are Orioles. Bright orange breasts and black beaks, the Orioles came to nest near my old house in the City every year. His mate, not as flamboyant or flashy, would sit next to him on the cable wire near my yard.  With… Continue reading Obla Dee, Obla Da


The Little Church By Another Lake

I love to get in the car and drive. I could go for miles, sit for days behind the wheel. Taking in the sights and sounds and smells of little towns and hamlets, big city worries in my rear view mirror. It's a form of therapy that only cost me as much as the fuel… Continue reading The Little Church By Another Lake


Dream A Little Dream Of Me

I dreamt of my parents last night.  What's odd about this is I never remember my dreams, much less dream of them at all. I woke up with my face wet with tears.  They streamed down the sides of my eyes, finding their way down to the line of my top lip.  As my thoughts cleared, I realized I was… Continue reading Dream A Little Dream Of Me

home grown stories

Sandals in October

Sandals In October = From 2006 The sun is shining brightly this beautiful day, another gift from the Sun God. It is mid October and the past week has seen temperatures heading towards 70 degrees, the true example of an Indian Summer up here in Western New York.  I know the temperatures will be dropping… Continue reading Sandals in October