I hope you enjoyed Friday’s message about painting a portrait of you. Now… where was I? With the money I saved working

I was inspired because my brother went to Vietnam. When he left, I was heartbroken. I wrote this for all the people

I do not post messages on the weekend. I thought you all could take a break from what I have to say.

Come slide with me!

Sit here and sit still…..Don’t move. I am about to paint a portrait of you. Let me start with your eyes….they are

I had been on so many subways and walked so much that my feet hurt. One evening while going back to Jeff’s

“Mom…Dad…I want to borrow some money. I need this money to buy a ticket to New York City and money for cab

Take my hand and dance with me!

I liked USL. But, I wanted more. I called Uncle Milton and asked him to send me to a better college. We