trekwriter writing

Standing tall, strong and quiet, watching over the field of her making with pride and steadfast love. Sometimes overlooked or not remembered but never failing to give shelter to the small ones in her care. Love, like autumn leaves, fell among us, never ending, building slowing a wall around us, not to capture but to comfort even in the coldest days. Remember now and forever hold her memory strong in hearts and firmly planted in souls, 'til the day we sit once again beneath the shade from

Rememberance

This is the hardest piece I have ever had to write. I write stuff everyday - usually boring technical documents - so trying to put into words what my mother meant to me seems like a momentous task. There are lots of people who have had some impact on my life. Some had more than others, and some had more than I realized. My mother was such a person. My mother allowed me to be me; she didn’t try to change me or mold me into someone she wanted me to be. She didn’t judge nor condemn. Praise was

My Mom

I am a technical writer and multimedia training specialist. I have been working with HTML, websites, online help, and everything in between for over 25 years.  Although this is my first published domain, it is not my first website.  I hope to use this forum as a way to express myself outside of the technical world and post interesting and, hopefully, helpful essays in subjects closest to my heart.  One of those subjects is photography. I have been shooting since I was a teenager. I love

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