Once upon a time, a boy picked up a weight, and fell in love. Once upon the same time, a girl saw his muscles, and got wet. Well, not so much. The lines of friendship between men and women have often been crossed, barely visible and straddeled.

Domingo, junio 11, 2006. Alguna vez creí en ángeles, los buscaba en el cielo de cuando en cuando. luego me di cuenta que si no estaban ahí, debían de ser terrenales. En la tierra busqué, creí encontrar, pero todo lo que me quedó fueron cicatrices, malos sabores. Los únicos angeles que existen son los que uno mismo crea. te pueden ayudar como te pueden destruir. Yo tengo que despedirme del mío.

My adventures in learning to weave. Come to the guild this weekend and teach her Crimp and Create workshop. I could easily overuse the exclamation points to describe the workshop. Excited! Last Saturday, our local animal shelter had an event.

Constantly moving and rolling over the world. I drove through the Lincoln Tunnel. Once with severe passenger anxiety. In an enclosed, underwater passage. And wonderment like a video game. I want to do it again.

With haiku is that you just. Who writes this stuff? I live life to the fullest, in my many roles as. wife, mom, gramma, and friend. In my spare time, I write poetry, I take photographs, I play my harp.