CJ's Writer Thoughts

“There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever...

My Dad, Joe Parrish What is a Dad? by CJ Heck A dad is like an oak  his roots firmly planted in the soil of our birth  ...

Author Mary T. Bradford Hello Everyone! My name is Mary T Bradford and I’m from Ireland. Today I am a guest here with CJ for the...

Courtyard  Heavy rain was testing my umbrella this morning as I went out barefoot to get the paper. I love rainy days and I poured a c...

Wrinkly Sharpei Dog by CJ Heck In the town where I used to live, there was a wonderful walking path down by the river. It was lo...

I remember one of the hardest things about growing up was learning all of the rules of ... growing up. Things were always either black ...

One with Existence This morning after Robert left for work, I sat in the living room with my coffee, looking out my front window....

His Hands I was thinking, you can tell so much about a man by looking at his hands.  Hands are so expressive. They can be kind, gene...