“I am intimately aware of how your life choices catch up with you.”
Entering deeply into subjects of thought happened while driving to work this morning.
Every Easter, confusion comes with the reminders.
Overhearing the news this morning, my steps froze.
Sometimes folks are sent in our paths for reasons.
I believe in love.
I tend to believe the truth is simple, but I wonder.
These hands have always been old.
Tracing the black, gray and white tiles with my eyes — I waited and waited.
Symbols are often kaleidoscopic.
When faced with daily decisions, focusing on the end can help guide.
Few have the imagination for reality.
In 1961, in his inaugural address, President John F. Kennedy said the world is very different now.
When my Joey was little, I made him a tiny photo album.
“Vincent,” a song by Don McLean, was written as a tribute to the late artist, Vincent van Gogh.
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.
Mrs. Hite was her name.
In kindergarten I learned to make a paper turkey with my hand.
Some things are better in twos.
She was barely 5 feet tall.
Some say only fools rush in.
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