Oh, the rush with which the forgotten mind awakens. Under the day a well of dark where color dwells. Until it learns the art of light and can reveal,. In neglected things, the freshness thought darkens. With grey mastery distance starts to blur the horror. Already the days begin to set around the loss. The after-silence of his death becomes porous. To the gossip of regret that follows failure. Through the cold, quiet nighttime of the grave underground,. The earth concentrated on him with complete longing.

Tuesday, July 28, 2015. These days she loves to talk- to her toys, to us, to anyone or anything that will listen really! She smiles often and is working really hard to giggle and laugh. She is drooling up a storm and we think beginning to feel the early stages of teething as she is constantly putting her fingers to her gums. Tuesday, June 30, 2015.

Friday, April 16, 2010. Enough With The Fucking Books. My mom and I made chili yesterday at lunch. Kate and I are going for a walk tonight. I drove a Cadillac yesterday. Wednesday, March 31, 2010.