I’ve been wanting to write this for some time. I have tried to put it into words orally, but they just couldn’t come out right. This time I feel I have put my feelings down in understandable words and phrases. One evening Charlene and I were taking our usual walk Read more…
Two times a week, for years, my Dad went to a writing class. I hadn’t asked and he didn’t tell me why he began to write, but he enjoyed it. When I’d go to visit, Dad would pull out his newest story and read it to me. He never went as far as publishing them, but shared with family and friends.
I’d love to share them with you in “Dad’s Corner”.