Something Like Happiness, Sometimes. I live in Brooklyn with my husband Rick, and two daughters who come and go. Photograph courtesy of Liz Hanellin. The readings will be starting at 1 pm I hope you can make it! The Dolphin in the Gowanus.

Writing and my life that surrounds it. Sadly my Father-in-law died last year. Although he was suffering from a degenerative illness his actual death was a sudden shock. He was reliable, practical, unassuming and I enjoyed his company. This was a poem that I wrote to commemorate him. His precence in my life was a blessing and I miss his quiet humour and steadfastness. A gift from my father in law. A small collection of blown plastic cases. A sander, drill bits,.

The secret of happiness is freedom. The secret of freedom is courage. Confessions of a newbie swimmer. My fitness motivation can be summed up in one sentence. Strive for progress, not for perfection. Head over heels, k.

I am a 7 letter word. This is OUR confidential time. We were born to smile. For doubts and queries, listen to your mind. Memories that we made turned to plants and life. Sugar with Candy, Sugar with tries. I am a 7 letter word. Brought to you in time. I am a shirt with pant. I am not a 9-5.

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Welcome to the blog of Mark Baron, also know as Woeg, the Woegman, or any infinite variations thereof. Now, go forth and read! Mark Ross Baron, 38, Middle Georgia, USA. Writing, to me, .

Originally posted on valeriu dg barbu. Do you think that only a few whispered prayers. Will be the price for hiring God as your ported day laborer. Or that they are used as a scythe for the sins. You have not worn the shirt of your neighbor; you have not nested on a tear. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but it sits on the ground where.

Being perfectly imperfect is a great person to be. As a blogger, are you finding it hard to post every week? There is a whole technical skill set which has to be learned to create a blog so readers can find and follow your blog. For a while I tried to learn how. I got hung up on the whole concept if Branding myself as writer.

There is no telling what this will turn into. Look me in the eye one time for every five you look at mom. Is that so hard? Well, practice until it becomes second nature. If you made a choice to go into your field because you truly want to help shape young minds, this is part of your job.

The heart cries, weeps and laments. Our tears are drunk by the ghosts roaming between us. One can but dream of a reunion, which will require the ultimate sacrifice. Meanwhile, the tombs around, made of hardened tears, are alive with memories of youth. While the autumn wind is felt in the back. See here a few laughs. A few wines a few beers. With pleasure I tell you. That the night will be long. I can hear you howling.