Time Cannot Be Packaged And Ribboned And

I'm Most Happy When I Am Writing At Night, Because I Need Space And Time To Write.

We Each Have Our Hiding Places And We Each Put Up With The Little Quirks Of The People We Love.

I Don't Know Why Men Like To Barbecue So Much. Maybe Its The Only Thing They Can Cook. Or Maybe They're Just Closet Pyromaniacs.

You All Looked So Happy Together In The Photograph. You Looked Like The Perfect Family. Is There Such A Thing Anymore Because If There Is, My Happy Little Unit Was Definitely Not In The Queue When They Were Handing Out The Titles.

I Wake Up In The Morning And I Feel Like I’m Missing Something. I Know That There’s Something Not Right, And It Takes Me A While To Remember What It Is . . . Then I Remember. My Best Friend Is Gone. My Only Friend. It Was Silly Of Me To Rely So Much On One Person.