Stephen Hardy

Creative Works Memoirs

Tripping to the Lake

Stephen Hardy

Little boy She’s from the street Before you start You’re already beat See the way she walks Hear the way ...

Creative Works Memoirs

The Babies

Stephen Hardy

Peaceful, calm, soft and restful. Those were the feelings I had sitting with them at a window table in the ...

Creative Works Memoirs

We’re not ‘Breeds!

Stephen Hardy

My Uncle George was always on the go. He’d be on a goose shoot, a duck shoot, or a prairie ...