It would tell you of the lovers that kissed under its leaves.
It would count off the moons that glazed its leaves at night.
It would remember the laughter of children playing hide-and-seek.
It would cry for all the people buried near its roots.
It would whisper secrets.
Should I get a "creative writing" certificate or diploma. Perhaps, but then I look at the price tag and realize that, at age 60, it's not worth it. So how does one go about getting the education they
I run an Indie Author Social once a month (or abouts) and sometimes through our random discussions, little bits of useable information is unearthed. So here it is, but remember, always investigate a p
