She’s growing up too fast. So is he. There’ll all true, all those clichés, all the corny advice […]
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Not to Self, old one I found in trunk of Passat. It also reads, “Make people fall in […]
tonight, poems and prose to be read. Jack and I now watch some carton before bed. Only now […]
She doesn’t know, tired or hungry or growing– I’m Supposed to know. Dad.
Starting a new page as I need a new start of sorts. Eight mile run out of the […]
Class over, and I hurry to the conference room to get in some written something, not sure I’d […]
Can barely sit still, I have so much I want to do and write— the positivism in my […]
See what’s in front of you, see what you can do with what you already have. And please […]
Just wanted to express to all of you reading my words, a thank-you, and further encouragement to remain […]
Jack back home from a trip and overnight at his grandma’s, and Emma spending so much time with […]