August 2009
2 posts
Sometimes I feel like life is just a summation of the moments before we go to bed each night. I think about what I got accomplished that day, usually nothing (or at least nothing I’m too proud of), and then I decide that I’m going to pray… not that I’m even sure anyone or anything out there is listening. And I say the same colloquial prayer every time. It just makes me...
ideas for book titles
the backseat driver
plaid horizons
the geese fly at night
would you care for some baked bads?
full circle
quiet eyes