Kenneth Stepp

By Kenneth Stepp Her… I call her, my Her. She loves me or at least she will one day. She is special in so many ways, more than I can [Read More]

By Kenneth Stepp For me, inspiration comes in many forms and from many directions. Today is no different. Today I am sitting at a picnic table under a shade tree [Read More]

By Kenneth Stepp I remember my first car. It was an old Chevy. Today it would be considered a classic, then, an old clunker. I couldn’t wait to drive. Three [Read More]