Peacocks, Holy Gratitude, and Almost Getting Hit by a Bus
I often say “You know what — I could get hit by a bus tomorrow,” as a way of portraying the immediacy of acting on
I often say “You know what — I could get hit by a bus tomorrow,” as a way of portraying the immediacy of acting on
In June 1998, my elementary school hired a magician to perform tricks at an assembly during the last week of school. My second grade class
“It does not matter how slowly you go so long as you do not stop.” – Andy Warhol My blog has been frozen in
There is a frantic young child inside me who screams and shakes. Her name is Anxiety, and I can feel her quivering in my chest.
Autumn is upon us, bringing with her the rainbow of seasonal decay, the heat of oversized sweaters, and the warmth of tenderhearted boyfriends. My facebook
“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The
“When I write, I feel like an armless legless man with a crayon in his mouth.” – Kurt Vonnegut On my daily and nightly