For once she had somebody who really loved her.
Longing for clarity, insight, something more than hype and hypocrisy?
To celebrate, to condemn, to ask a question, to tell a story.
What we tell ourselves about ourselves. What we tell ourselves about others.
The far side of the fence had a gate so tall it touched the sky.
Here are some amazing examples of how I write.
Here are more amazing examples of how I write.
The whole thing is a house of cards that depends on somebody else keeping his promises.
This is not about a virus or a vaccine.
That homeboys is a feeling you ain't had before.
Frankie say what? Frankie goes where?.
A little girl sits on a porch holding something precious in her hands.
Sure, materialism keeps the economy going, but what does it do to your soul?
They went home in a pocket to be set aside, forgotten like dreams and other things you bought.
Ordinary lives. Extraordinary stories.
The Best Freakin' Christmas Ever.
The Fat Guy and the Little Boy Who Did Not Forget.
He walks in and sits in the back where nobody will see. He can leave quickly if he has to.
There's only one thing money can't buy. Sincerity.
You think I would have gotten up and walked out when I saw that.
Where the hell is Superman when you need him?
I stopped listening as soon as I saw that I didn't have to.
Was it 1987 we celebrated New Year's Eve in the laundromat?
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