There’s a good deal of being angry going on right now.
I’d be a whole lot more confident about tomorrow if I saw us using mirrors more often than our mouths.
Daily Exercise
Martin Luther King, Jr.
Age
Crap
Perspective
Fall colors
IN THE FACE MIRACLES
Breathing
Evil
Ownership Does Not Equal Guilt
Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life.
This second is the only one I have any guarantee of.
I wonder why I sometimes think that imagining what might be or might have been
makes any sense at all?