All of us come into this life seeking something, and I believe that ultimately that something is love and joy. Not just love and joy for ourselves, but for others. If we were born into this world with at least one person to care for us, be it a parent, grandparent, aunt, uncle, or teacher…
Yesterday morning, as my minivan started up, the orange dot reminded me that “Shit, I forgot to fill up the tank. Oh, well, I have 7 miles left. That’s more than enough.”
Abandoned are these clothes that lie lifeless on the floor of my mobile home.
Children, especially the strong-willed kind, can bring out the best and the worst in you. I know because I have two of them.
I’ve set the egg timer. When the egg dings, my writing time is up! Will this encourage me to just write freely without over analyzing everything I write?