You feel so terribly far away. Distant, in every aspect of the word. There shouldnt be this constant waiting for the next time. I see you; this giant, pregnant pause between each moment is excruciating. Im holding my breathe so tight just waiting that I feel like Im drowning; everything is so precariously held together in my mind right now. If I say something, if I exhale, everything is going to fall to pieces.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011. How to look at contemporary art. 160; I would often ask myself what am I looking at? Or what does this mean? Tuesday, May 24, 2011. Diving and Climbing Sparkies Go to a Summer Camp.

Each essay in Seedlings tells a lighthearted or not so lighthearted story of regular people in and out of relationships, marriages, and that particular phase of life known as retirement.

Not like a tame lion. Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird. You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view. Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it. Robert Frost, Two Roads. 8220;I have seen ev.

New York 1943, 1947.