We pass just close enough to touch. No questions, no answers. We know by now to say enough. The things we feel alone for one another. There is a secret that we keep. We are compelled to do what we must do. We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden. Monday, May 14, 2007. Sunday, May 13, 2007.

There once was a man. He had no weapons,. Powers, or skills of any kind. Once, he used a mirror. With his identity revealed,. On October 1, 2012 in Standard Posts. Your name is music to my ears. Please tell me what it is. So every time I hear it spoken. I can feel like this.

I love that people are so in love with the food they bring. I love that there has been labour involved, labour from their hands. Some of it comes from the dirt and some is created in the kitchen with sifting, stirring and boiling pots. All of it is presented with such generosity. Yogurt parfait is for wusses.

This major distinguishing factor can have a very serious effect on how well a teacher works in the classroom. In the face of tr.