The Blind Man With The Magnifying Glass
Judgmental You. Peering over high walls Spying in on deep cracks Devising storm clouds over valleys Shooting arrows down below Judgmental You. Quick to turn your back on the ugly Hard to turn… Continue reading
Judgmental You. Peering over high walls Spying in on deep cracks Devising storm clouds over valleys Shooting arrows down below Judgmental You. Quick to turn your back on the ugly Hard to turn… Continue reading
If you have the time this weekend, and even if you don’t; trade a few minutes to read this blog post. He is absolutely one of my biggest inspirations. His words connect, and… Continue reading
Nobody at his funeral asked the number of fake-book friends he had, because every one standing there sobbing together already knew the answer. How many real friends a person truly has in life… Continue reading
At the end when you’re weary, it’s just you. When you’ve given it all away, used up every last bit and then some, its only your voice who remains. The long road home… Continue reading
In the first days time stood still. Stopped. The air lingered before his face glassy, slow and thick, like maple syrup. The world seemed to be moving slower in focus, and faster out… Continue reading
She rose to see the sun but it had already slipped behind the clouds. She went to kiss them goodbye but they were already gone. She left to catch the train but it… Continue reading
The other day I promised my boys I would let them each take a free trial class of their choice to decide what sport/activity they might like to participate in now that… Continue reading
You can’t take it with you. But my oh my, do we ever. We take the labels, the tags, the comments and the opinions. We take the jokes, the remarks, the innocent and intended as playful,… Continue reading