My oldest son is in second grade, and while he is most excited to share with me the broken mechanical pencil or the abandoned key chain he found in the dirty germ filled crevices of the school bus, I love skimming through all the work he brings home. I know it’s probably the teacher in … More Because I’m His Kid
I won’t stop saying your name. You are still near. I won’t stop saying your name. You are unchanged. I won’t stop saying your name. When others tell me I should. I won’t stop saying your name. When only time has grown. I won’t stop saying your name. I still love you. Love is endless. … More I won’t stop saying your name
You are gone. I am here. You are fleeting disappearing distant. You are constant a memory never changing. You are a story to be told. You are good. You are strong. The bad has been forgotten. You are a symbol of loyalty of humility of friendship. You are present in my dreams in my quietest … More You are gone. I am here.
A man cannon-balled into the pool, and began a barrage of obscenities loud enough for any of us in a bathing suit to hear. His aggressive verbal vomit continued as he meandered over and chronicled to my husband and me, his paying for women, doing things to women and a description of the pornography he … More Why Love Wins
It’s true. I married a good one. Here are 31 reasons why I know he’s pretty cool:
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