My beautiful, precious child. Begging for patience while still clinging to control. Desperate for virtues that will calm your soul. Hoping amid the distractions that I’m still listening. I’m always listening. I send you flowers every day. Millions of flowers.   I scatter them over the earth, impossible to miss. Day after day opportunity slips … More Flowers

My Street

This is my street. I took a picture of it because I think it’s awesome. I seriously stand and gape at it with my mouth hanging open, like a tourist seeing one of the Seven Wonders of the World. I didn’t used to feel that way about streets…or about anything. I used to go through life in … More My Street