This is the beginning of a little piece I wrote. Constructive criticism would be appreciated. The neighborhood is of blended architecture, a smattering of flavors: elegant Tudors, magnificent Georgians, charming Cape Cods, and contemporary brick and mortar homes. Mature trees adorn the parkway, prime specimens in the peak of their lives. Landscaping is prim and proper, and each home comes with a complimentary canine. There is Ozzie, my canine companion, Bernie, Sophie, Muddy, Snoopy, and Candi, among others. This is Ponca Drive, a seemingly picturesque community. I moved to Ponca Drive with high hopes, an expanding family, and abounding horizons. I left Ponca Drive broken-hearted, my future was uncertain, my family disintegrated, and my notion of the family forever changed.