My generation, the "Wonder Years," grew up with large boxy televisions, kitchen wall phones, bikes with big handlebars and banana seats, the Beatles, Vietnam, Watergate, Nixon, Twiggy, Charlie Brown, the Monkees and some of the best music ever. Yes, I'm revealing my age, but that's okay; there's no harm in acknowledging that I'm from the Gen Jones era. Life was good in my little world, and all those events were just background noise as I sat at the dinner table, listening to

As we reminisced about the past, our memories were so vivid they evoked a deep nostalgia for those times. I began to reflect on what "being homesick" truly signifies. Can I express that feeling or thought in writing so that others might grasp it?

Happiness, often described as the ultimate goal in life, can seem elusive.

Let's face it, in today's world it's not easy to live a poetic life.  It is the simple things that we encounter along the way that can...