Today my dad turns 52. In those years he has seen and done more than ten average people put together. He has saved countless lives and seen countless lost. He has traveled the world and helped victims of tyranny and injustice from Mongolia to Afghanistan and back. So here are ten things I like this Thursday. Because I think it may be brainwashing me.

Thursday, May 8, 2014. It- being the emotional destruction that came upon me while sipping coffee. A term, I, a 23 year old married lady, still calls her daddy. I imagine him drawing a .

A Cozy Couch and a Warm Cuppa. Wednesday, June 3, 2015. I know plenty of people blog, and a lot of those people blog well. Clearly, I am not one of those people as shown by my inability to post regularly or follow a specific theme. And it has nothing to do with literature.

Thursday, May 8, 2014. This is my last post in regards to my Modern American Poetry class, though I do think I will continue to post for my own enjoyment. For my final post I think I will do things a little bit different. I will post about my class instead of one of the poets that I have read. I did this at times just to get conversation going when things were a little slow, I apologize. Wednesday, May 7, 2014. The Many Confessions of a Poet.