Category: Just Me

17 Apr

My marathon

I guess that’s what I’m left with: we all, every one of us, can only run as far and as well as we can in the time we have. Every step is precious. Every minute is. Every breath.
16 Mar

How’s it going to end?

You never think when something begins — a moment, a marriage, a life — that it will end. Not really. Why would you?
28 Mar

The Mind’s Eye

The mind makes its own scrapbook.