Monday, June 13, 2016. The Murders We Commit- The Orlando Massacre, a letter home. 8220;Call them mommy, now. And yes, the murderer may have .

Together at the End of the World. The weight of his hand at the small of her back is warm and comforting to him. Everything is so bright today. The vibrations of the wheels on the hot asphalt are loud inside the cabin of the car and his head is hurting him. Using his right thumb and forefinger, he pushes beneath the nose of his sunglasses and pinches hard at the bridge where they sit and sighs hard.

Pond - Frog - Splash! Friday, March 25, 2011. Because of a blanket ban on blogger a few days ago. In light of this, I moved to Wordpress. I will slowly try to move all the content from this site their as well. So have a look at the new location. And thanks for pushing this site to 1000 hits. Tuesday, February 8, 2011. But Is It Art? Was I just too up tight to appreciate this youthful expression? .

Words, words, everywhere. Monday, June 18, 2012. To think of how my life has changed since I started this blog. Or, even more scary, to think of how my life has changed since I started my very first blog, a Xanga, back in 2004. The dawn of my 20s. To think of how old I felt then, leaving my teenage years behind! To have others read our words or see our photos or care about the phrases and images floating around in our own heads? .