Fall brings cool weather, beautiful foliage, football, breezy runs and utter happiness. So much happiness I spend time wondering why and where it comes from. Nostalgia? I have wonderful memories from every season. Shouldn’t summers of inexhaustible heat and memories of endless days playing basketball bring the same happiness? Those were THE days. I should [...]
A poem written by my wife.
Who will I be if I give you up? Will I still be the person I am today? What if I go back to the person I was?
You are the sculptor. Do not put yourself up for commission.
Even the strongest people need support.