It Was Sad, The Imbalance Of It

Love Is How You Stay Alive, Even After You Are Gone.

There Is No Formula To Relationships.

What Is It?” “a Prayer.” “for A Child?” She Nodded. “for Me?” Another Nod. “on A Tree?” “trees Spend All Day Looking Up At God.

There Are No Random Acts.

For Years I Wrote In My Basement. More Recently I Graduated To One Floor Above, An Office With All My Books And Music And - Ta Da! - A Window.