January 2009
“It’s snowing still,” said Eeyore gloomily.
“So it...”
homeschooling is like inbreeding of the mind
momenttomoment:
Words spoken in the dark to one who isn’t there to a room filled with silences cries, utterances, pleas poems devoid of I and you all substitutes for arms and legs for half truths and lives unlived words that go on reaching outwards searching for their reply answers to the unmade beds to the unbroken solitude words that rest heavily unsaid no touch of hand upon back no sound of...
The other day I did not shower. It was kind of awesome. I think it made my day more meaningful.