“You remember the most obscure stuff” is a frequent refrain that I hear from family members, perhaps it is my lot in life as the middle child that has cast this mutant ability onto my reluctant shoulders, but I don’t recall asking for it. Often the memories come rushing back with such deafening frequency thatContinue reading “When memories come calling…”
What is love really?
What are friends. If they don’t inspire you? If they don’t reflect back what was freely given Without an expectation of a ROI. Friends are always there, their presence not predicated on when they need something, as they callously sling The painful darts of… Let me, gimme, I need, can you? As these words CutContinue reading “Friends… How many of us have them?”
“… Speaking truth to ourselves …”