The Postman

"You made Mrs. March feel like she could see again. You made Ford believe he was part of something. You give out hope like it was candy in your pocket."

Robert Heinlein

"Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea."

Gilda Radner

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.”

Patrick Overton

"When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught how to fly."

Fairy Tale Dreams

Watching the sun go down on fairy tale dreams, the warm breeze caressing my face and drying my tears, bringing blessed acceptance and closure to what is, and what is not to be . . .

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From The Outside In

Walking through the neighborhood Seeing the homes with well kept yards Dogs barking, children playing and laughing Curiously detached yet hearing people talking Staring at the couples holding hands Witnessing all this without emotion For you are not part of it, you are alone, watching the world, from the outside in Welcoming the numbness for now You begin to run, …

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Through My Eyes

Life isn’t about someday or yesterday. It isn’t about what could have been or what may someday be. It’s about today, right now, this very moment. It’s about falling in love with the world around us every day. For me, it’s about the way I see the world through my eyes . . . As I watch this little guy …

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But For The Grace of God

It isn’t often that I get involved in the political discussions within the online community that I run. Today though, one of the conversations set off a strong feeling of anger inside of me. It took everything I had not to ask people what in the hell was wrong with them. They were ranting about homeless people, telling the stories …

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I smiled . . .

I have been wanting to visit the Bussey’s Flea Market in Schertz, (about a 15 minute drive from here) for quite some time now. It was a conflicting desire for me. Although I knew I desperately wanted to explore all the treasures there, I also know I am not a fan of large, noisy crowds of people. This time my …

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