No one tells you that sometimes, or most likely, most often, your memories might make themselves really comfortable and start mixing with each other.
On Holding Back Tears
Somewhere, there is someonewith tears that attempt to be kept from falling.Maybe a graduation or funeral is the place,or perhaps a bride on her wedding day.Somewhere, some lone stranger will sniff and look away,like a criminal caught in the act of a most heinous crime,As others, who are not so shy, crowd aroundwith emotions splattered... Continue Reading →
Easing into Conversation
I can’t ease into conversations anymore. I told a stranger this, after he handed me a miniature sunflower. He held it out to me with a boyish grin that, had I been someone else, anyone else, probably could’ve been the mark of a newfound friendship, but because I’m me, I hesitated and let his hand... Continue Reading →
Morning Creativity: Colored Pencils & Typewriters
I decided to do something crazy this morning while listening to worship music: