I've been asking so many questions lately. these are some of them. 

A series of questions put to the so-called leaders trying to control everyone and make them all the same.

Saddness of war and how it affects the most vulnerable.

Care about the elderly. Someday you will be old too. Don't you want someone to care about you?

Good advice passed on through the wind.

If we live our lives aware that we are being watched, then we just might have a chance.

R.I.P Mike. this is a beautiful Poem. 

My little brother wrote this one day when he was visiting. He was 18 years old back then. I sent it to my Publisher as a surprise. Very proud of him. this one made me cry when I first tried to read it. 

This was written by Shari (my niece) when she was only 13 years old. She entered a huge contest with over 50,000 other children and won a bunch of prizes. I was so excited and proud of her. I sent it into get published by my publisher for a surprise for her. So glad she said it was okay to share. :) 

One way or another BE. it is a verb.