CJ's Writer Thoughts

The Snowstorm by C.J. Heck Little Stoker had never felt so alone. He was freezing and he missed Mama. It was dark where he was, an...

I woke up this morning thinking about my dad.  6:30 a.m. was way too early to call him. At his age, 83, he doesn't jump out of bed quite...

Joanne Parrish - My Mama I woke up this morning with Mama on my mind. She passed away years ago, but I still miss her.  It doesn...

Anatomy of a Woman Poet , by CJ Heck Go in through the eyes of a poet deep into her alphabet mind. Ideas like flotsam and jetsam dodge ...

"The more things change, the more they stay the same." Note: I wrote the first part of this "Rant" a few years ago. ...

I have to admit, this is a reprint of an article I wrote sometime ago and first printed elsewhere ... but please indulge me, I've had a...

By The Way ... I'm looking for a Children's Book Illustrator. I have one published book which has been out since 2000, is in i...

"All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things." ~Bobby Knight "The waste basket is the ...