With thousands of tiny birds. I hear their feathers ruffle. At the edge of my consciousness. Are they made of blood? Such a deep red. They peck at the stretching shadows. Across the ceiling of my room. As car lights bleed past outside. They tap forlornly at the window. I wonder if they will ever escape. I blink as they cry and flee. Until they block up my.

Thats What I Hate About You. You Can Leave Your Hat On. Served In Fine Crystal Or An Aluminum Can? The More The Merrier? The Beast Is Back. Tuesday, September 26, 2006. After a bit of a gushy post last week, I decided to mix things up a little bit.

Her journey is over, but mine is still on-going. Wednesday, November 15, 2006. I miss you more than you can ever imagine.

My Out Of The Way Place. I peer into the dark and wonder where you are. Do you see the same stars in the sky? Is the chill of the night air cool upon your skin? I peer into the dark and wonder where,. Knowing that the answer may never come. A Shot In The Dark. I wake with a start with the answer upon my lips. In darkness all is lost. I cannot even remember the question. Illumination is not a quest. Only a cold hard shot in the dark.

Thanks so much for reading, and being pals.

Saturday I ran a half marathon. Wheels started to come off around mile 11, but I managed to keep my rusty bolts together and crossed the finish line near my goal. On the other hand, I ran 4 miles today.

Storytelling that brings back memories. Sunday, July 10, 2011. A Child of the Sky. Every morning, I stand at the window in the living room watching the lake and the harbor as a new sky is being born. I am a fan of the limitless horizon. I love watching the water in motion. I so like to imagine stories about the sailboats docked in the harbor. I am captured by the sunrise on the water. Find the sky inside you. Me liz strauss, letting me be.

Life, Literature and the Pursuit of Blogging. The Darker Side of Trimming the Tree. What exactly is the point of having a Christmas tree? Enquired one of the neighborhood boys. For a moment, the reason anyone ever bothered decorating seemed to have escaped me. We have Christmas trees? .