A Twinge At The Edge Of Her

Those Who Live In Memories Are Never Really Dead." The House At Riverton

Memory Is A Cruel Mistress With Whom We All Must Learn To Dance.

The Stretch Of Years Leaves None Unmarked: The Blissful Sense Of Youthful Invincibility Peels Away And Responsibility Brings Its Weight To Bear.

For It Is Said, You Know, That A Letter Will Always Seek A Reader; That Sooner Or Later, Like It Or Not, Words Have A Way Of Finding The Light, Of Making Their Secrets Known.

Adults Weren’t Supposed To Understand Their Children And You Were Doing Something Wrong If They Did.