Tonight the night is so different than last night. There are noises and movement and there is life still all around. The difference that only a few hours can make in something as big as the night amazes me. Now I can hear the train whistle from all the way across town, a dog barks a few blocks away, the siding crinkles as the heat from the day ( Read more... )

As I sit here watching My So Called Life I realize that when I watch Jordan Catalano trying to apoligize to Angela, that the achy heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach is the same amazing, fantasic feeling that I got years ago, in the days of my own personal Jordan ( Read more... )

The night is silent around me as I sit on the porch step with me bare feet on the cold dew covered grass. As I exhale the smoke swirls out and floats up into the darkness. The cat meows at the sliding door and reaches up to paw at the moths dancing in the glow of the porchlight ( Read more... )