We Can Only Lose What We Have

The Smells Of Christmas Are The Smells Of Childhood [p. 53]

Feelings Can Be Like Wild Animals-we Underrate How Fierce They Are Until We've Opened Their Cage

What A Culture We Live In, We Are Swimming In An Ocean Of Information, And Drowning In Ignorance.

. . .and Every Native Has A Story Of Winter – Stories That Usually Begin, You Call This A Storm? And Grow In The Telling Like Battle Tales Shared By Graying War Veterans. It’s A Peculiar Character Flaw To Those Of Us From Cold Climates That We Feel Superior To Those Who Have The Sense To Live Elsewhere.

Life Is Not A Sprint. It Was Never Meant To Be. It Is Just A Step Of Faith After Another.