it all makes sense again.

How we can go from yelling things like, "I don't know" and "yes, you do," to making dinner, playing scattegories and laughing on the couch together, I'll never know.

It takes work, but it always works.

Good times.

After much hesitation on their part, and an even more ridiculous amount of crying and pleading on mine, my parents are coming this weekend ( Read more... )

well...you know the rest. What is it? What do I have to do? Nothing. There is nothing. Patience is a virtue ( Read more... )

It took encouragement and the threat of congested traffic on Fall Creek to get me out of bed this morning. I still feel awful from the weekend. And the alarm this morning gave no solace ( Read more... )

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This week in my life has gone by in a blink. I've allowed myself to be my emotional self. The faucet that I had shut off completely was allowed open again to flood my conscience. And thankfully, I did not drown ( Read more... )

Maybe it was the dark empty highway or the happenstance that I tuned into Delilah and heard "Faithfully," by Journey, or perhaps it was simply the delusion midnight brings, but coming home last night I had a conversation with myself that I never anticipated ( Read more... )

Sorry voyeurs, per a previous entry, today's thoughts will be penned as the last entry of my journal...the paperback edition.

Fear not...I shall return tomorrow...

A kind of lyrical ecstasy possesses young Americans in the Springtime, a feeling of not belonging in any one place or in any one moment, a wild restless longing to be elsewhere, everywhere, now ( Read more... )

Another good evening with sarah. Scratch that. Another great evening with Sarah. It's so freeing ( Read more... )