Sometimes when I am at the precipice, when I look over my knees become week and my head spins about to the opinion that the only way, the only next step is a non-step, a tumble over the edge. It is inevitable unless I spot that little bird pecking the breadcrumbs and I think let's keep going, and I am glad I didn't fall.
Busy lives
And we do, we have busy lives. Business that sometimes stops us from being clever,...
February 23
Mostly this month I will be reading, this month and the next I have twenty books... ...