I have developed a habit of saying "Hi Dad" every time I pass a particular picture knowing the man in the photo isn't going to …
She Talks With Her Hands
The music plays and the familiar melody and words remind me of who I was and I am but doesn't answer who I might yet one day …
Could You Start Over?
“For what it’s worth... it’s never too late, or in my case too early, to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit. Start …
The Dishonest Honesty Of Writing
“If a man is offered a fact which goes against his instincts, he will scrutinize it closely, and unless the evidence is …