He’s sitting up a few rows from me, facing the opposite direction, so I can only see him at an … More
I have found little distinction between better writing and more honest writing.
The best time to read is night, the best time to write is morning, and the best way to focus … More
Wow, that all sounds very dramatic, doesn’t it? It’s not like that, really–I’ve been in relationships. I’ve been head-over-heels crazy … More
A mother, of three at least. I only see the three. All boys, they run around the small area between … More
Dangerous, using the same word to describe lasting fulfillment as with someone who happens to be smiling.
Trying to always be happy is the most futile effort–an impossibility with the promise that you will ever again think … More
Nothing about him strikes the imagination, which is why I force myself to look. His blue, collared long-sleeve is tucked … More
So happens, there are infinitely more wrong words than right ones.
The Right Words exist for everything.