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READ THE GREAT LOVE STORY BELOW. Denver is always a show for the cameras. I call him Mr. Intelligent. He is a reader and writer. Of course, he loves to eat. Every book that I write will always be dedicated to my six year
old son, Denver Wilder. He is 
my whole world. The books are Derrick Sweat and Raw Deception. He has turned my life upside down, he is so much fun to be around. He has grown up directly in front of my eyes. Sometimes, There were times I'd beg him to let me write. I'll say go play in the bathtub, and he runs as fast as he can to turn on the water. He would soon flood the entire house, but at least I would get to complete a few pages. He spent two years in pre-school and now I have heard that teachers may have wrongly assessed him. Hey, that's another story.But I will jump on it. He's very intelligent and friendly. He loves to play and socialize with other kids. Denver, is also very academically bright, I have been told that he will be a future leader. I always knew that. The boy is game system literate. He ought to be, he has broken a quite a few of those Xbox 360's. I love him.
Hey, Check out my parenting article in the June 2006 back issue of the www.chicagoparent.com Everyone who have read gave it five stars. The title it's Called Home or Work, I'm in the red shirt and my son Denver is in my arms. It shows a versitility in my writing. I hope you like it.
And also Midicibooks, to read my short stories to be published November 2007.
At the writing of this, he has just finished up camp at his former school. As mentioned, he is very friendly and helpful. He is always so eager to show me his positive progress in school. He is now in kindergarten, and soon first grade. Again, it took some adjustment on his part to fit into the routine. As always I have to intervene on his behavior, and he soon becomes one of best students any school may be lucky enough to have in attendance. As mentioned, he is in kindergarden, but he is doing first and second grade school work. Now that is progress.
He is a musician he plays keyboards, piano, and harmonca. My son is a reader,writer, and a computer person. He loves music. He helped me select music for this website. Denver dances. He loves sports, golf, basketball, baseball, and soccer. He is a swimmer, he loves water. And he has started to show dad, that he wants to learn, and that he is now having fun doing his school work..I also have taught my son to be caring, understanding, and considerate, he is just that. Especially, towards other children who are not feeling as good as he at any given moment. The two of us always work together on his continuing positive progress whether it's in school or out among society.
I have taught my son, to never say the words, "I Can't" When I Know he can.
Denver Wilder has passed his first ever spelling test, being a kindergarten student.
Everybody is currently reading my book: Just click to buy
My upcoming parenting book will based on my experiences as a single parent, however, it will have lots of good reading in it for all parents of young children, and for those who are starting to have children.
The content of this website is always changing, so always check back and enjoy.
Denver Wilder's favorite kinds of music are hip hop, jazz, blues, classical, country, and nursery rhymes
Read the very short story, One Enchanted Evening Under The Moonlight, located right below. Have Fun.
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One Enchanted Evening Under The Moonlight
By
George Wilder Jr.
(Copyright 2006)
The evening moonlight was forever hanging over the Lake Michigan Shores. The stillness of the sounds of silence and its restless passion bought on the tenderness that glistened the quiet waters from above. The early night blue skies had turned into a haven for the stars that filled the massive darken heavens. Their we were a young couple in love. However, I didn’t know if marriage was in our bright future. Everything we thought, was about each other. Everywhere we walked, the moon followed the two us all around, it almost felt as if it was protecting the moment by acting as a halo hovering over the both of us, while we held each other tightly. Her head was resting on shoulder, my arm held her firmly around her waist, as we continued to walk aimlessly into our dreams. She was dressed in blue denim pants and a white blouse. I was wearing my sweats. We were lonely in love. I felt her heartbeat, and she felt mine. True love and real love had been a long time coming for the both of us. I’m Terry Ford, an African-American and a twenty-six year old computer software specialist. And the woman, I’m holding, and very attached too, is attractive twenty-seven year old Caucasian Angelina Smith, she’s employed at local children’s hospital as very caring nurse. I like that because she is truly sensitive, intelligent, and totally understanding. In other words, Angelina is a very nice person to be in love with.
As we walked, we blocked out everyone else around us with our minds. We just two people in love with each other. The world was not allowed to invade our own personal universe. We were truly one. When I first met Angelina, I never knew we would in up a moonlight walk along Chicago Lakeshore. On this night, the moon had continued to be our one and only companion. And we didn’t mind at all. Suddenly, it felt like that we were not just strolling aimlessly anymore, because the two of us, as it seemed, were always winding up back where we actually started from. The Chicago evening was a perfect backdrop for a picture post card setting. Angelina, always looked so pure and innocent, that’s because she really was. Her voice was like satin on a misty morning soon after sunrise. I had never been so much in love before, and I truly thank her everyday for taking me out of my darkness and sometime confusion. The evening had fallen softly upon us as we held onto each other as if our very lives depended on our inseparability.
I could feel her beautiful face caressing my soul as it laid buried into my existence. I pulled her closer, and then I heard her sigh into the Autumn breeze. We were happier than either one of us had ever imagined. I didn’t have to look for love anymore for love, I had found it. No more nights did I have to sit alone in the dark, hoping for the telephone would ring. No more did I have to say home, because I had no one to go out with. No more did I have to deal internet dating websites that only disappointed me. There was finally someone I could talk too, someone who I was proud to be seen with. But most all, someone I love, and someone who really loved me. I could see all too well in her eyes that I meant the entire world to Angelina. She was use to being upset, because most guys only saw her as an sex object. They wanted to get another notch on their belts, by bedding her down and then bragging about it to their friends. Angelina, did not want to be anyone’s show piece. Because, she was not a show piece, she was woman who needed love, and I never failed at providing that undying affection for such a wonderful woman. "Terry, I love you so much, I feel so protected when I’m with you," she said, emotionally.
I looked her directly in her now dreamy glossy brown eyes, "I love you Angelina, even more," I said almost whispering. "Terry, why does God allow hurricanes, tornadoes, and earthquakes to take the lives of so many innocent and people all around the world?" She asked, sounding very serious, as she held me tighter as we continued to walk slowly. I had no answer for her. I didn’t want to think about anything but the lives we were now leading.
Angelina, had given up waiting for an answer to her question, and soon came up for air and kissed me on my cheek. And immediately rested her head back on my shoulder. She was always concern for the plight of others, especially those whom were not as fortunate has she was. Angelina, wore her heart directly out there for entire the world to see. For many months she had been trying to get me run for public office. I must admit I have entertained the thought many times. Angelina, thought I should consider a bid, just to help people who wanted to better their lives. We were not at all political, but somehow she knew in her heart, and her soul, that I would make a unique public figure.
However, I knew that I would actually enter politics someday. It was such a dirty game. And whether you played the game or not, enemies would always come crawling out of the woodwork. Our privacy would be jeopardized. The mudslinging, the lies, and most of all, our lives would no longer be our own. Come to think about, it may be not so bad after all. I had nothing to hide. I soon came back down to the real world. We had stop walking for a bit and so did the moonlit sky. We turned and looked into each other’s eyes. I could never get over how much of a wonderful person Angelina, was. and I how was truly the luckiest man on the planet earth.
There we stood holding each other and seconds later, we moved further towards each other until our lips met. The soft and wet feeling of her mouth meeting mine, brought on a sensual sensation that caused both of us to tingle inside. Angelina, was putting so much emotion and passion into the ever long kiss. Our tongues were now touching causing more erotic passion between us.As I was laying into the kiss, Angelina’s eye’s were shut only to obsorb the fiery romantic moment. As we remained embraced and the kissing continued, I could almost hear a few people talking, whom noticed the two of us tightly enclosed in our own universe, whispering to themselves, "their in love." The entire National Guard and U.S. Navy, together, could not had pulled us away from each other. Our embrace was just that strong.
I soon decided that I would be a candidate in the next mayorial election that would occurr in about three years from now. I seen came up for air to inform my love of my newfound intentions. Angelina, was so estatic that she begin covering my carmel complexing with more kisses. Angelina, was the sole reason for me making this decision. If I became mayor of this city, I knew that Angelina would want to work with children. I’d give her a post in my administration dealing with education. She loved children, like I did. Angelina, would make a great first lady of Chicago. However, this was not about politics, this was about the love that we have for each other.
With the moon still acting like a halo hovering brightly over the both of us as we continued to embrace, I thought this was a perfect time to ask Angelina to marry me. The sounds of Lakeshore Drive’s traffic congestion was ever so present in the background, but it did not deter any parts of the moment. I put my lips on Angelina’s left ear and whispered very gently, "would you marry me?" Angelina, looked up at me, with almost tears in her eyes, they were glistening like the waters that sat below the moon lit sky. Once again, our lips met. she brought both hands up to each side of my head covering my ears and then railed my face harder into the force of her massive kiss. That told me everyhting I wanted to hear. The kiss lasted about three minutes. And when it was over, "Yes, I will marry you, Terry," she said.
Politics would never be the same, I thought. We both wanted to make love very badly, still caressing, we begun to walk home. I could now feel the moon at my back, it was actually behind us. As we walked, I turned around, and looked up, and I thought I saw the moon smiling down on the both of us, and then wink its eye in our direction. I quickly turned away trying to collect myself at what I had just seen, I then peered back over my shoulder at the moon, and this time I didn’t see any expression on its face at all. I turned to Angelina, and she was also smiling.
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"I want some candy," daddy. Denver wants to be a writer like daddy. I think he will. Hi everybody, my name is Denver, and I just wanted to say Hi, and for everyone go out and read my daddy's books "Go Denver Go"
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