To Darrell:
From Darrell:
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
3-29-11, Day 205
To Gloria:
From Gloria:
"I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart could crack wider than you can handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of it. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they would if they could see that crack."--
Rebecca Wells.
To Judy:
From Judy:
From Gloria:
"I try to believe," she said, "that God doesn't give you more than one little piece of the story at once. You know, the story of your life. Otherwise your heart could crack wider than you can handle. He only cracks it enough so you can still walk, like someone wearing a cast. But you still got a crack running up your side, big enough for a sapling to grow out of it. Only no one sees it. Nobody sees it. Everybody thinks you're one whole piece, and so they treat you maybe not so gentle as they would if they could see that crack."--
Rebecca Wells.
To Judy:
From Judy:
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
3-20-11, Day 196
Saturday, March 19, 2011
3-19-11, Day 195
3-18-11, Day 194
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Monday, March 14, 2011
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
3-11-11, Day 187
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
3-8-11, Day 184
To Gloria:
From Gloria:
To Judy:
International Women's Day and the birthday of Marguerite Dorothy Pratt Jouan
Lady of Seville in 1855 thinks thoughts that she won't understand until 150 years later when she's reincarnated as Beyonce. Celebrate International Women's Day. |
The Diet. The apples in the plastic container are called "Grapples". This is the first time I ever saw them. The first one was sweet, the second did taste a bit like grapes. XOXOXO |
To Judy:
International Women's Day and the birthday of Marguerite Dorothy Pratt Jouan
The Journey
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice - - -
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
'Mend my life!'
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations - - -
though their melancholy
was terrible. It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice,
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do - - - determined to save
the only life you could save.
Monday, March 7, 2011
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