July Poetry 2007 Part 2. She sat in the small bathroom. And a box of cigs. This is what she did. She was not the prettiest. From any of the rest. But she was a bitch to all. She thought one person knew her. But that was her fall. He got her for the sex. He even got her to smoke. She thought he really loved her. But it was all a lie.

Wise people talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something - Plato. Tuesday, July 22, 2014. So, a little while ago I penned a post. By public demand and all that. Read my other disclaimers in the earlier post. Bone of my bone, flesh of my flesh. you shall be called woman! 2 He works hard for you. 3 He hears from God.

Sunday, August 16, 2015. It is perhaps no surprise that we followed up an RV trip to Tennessee and a weekend visit to Washington DC with a weekend of fevers, vomiting and rashes. The baby has kept up his rather chipper demeanor through it, even if he is a little more challenging than usual to get to sleep. Thursday, August 13, 2015. It was a great night for wishes! Tuesday, August 11, 2015.