I’ve wondered lately who I am. Weird, huh?
There’s an aching in my heart to be all God created me to be. Right here. Right now. 126 more words
Patiently sitting at the bar in Plastic People on a Thursday night at 8pm waiting for Carl to arrive, he manages to surprise us all when he casually and unexpectedly slides in, dressed inconspicuously but elegantly in a black leather jacket, black jeans, black tee and his trademark black shades. 874 more words
Reading is such a lovely business. It immerses you in the lives of others, twenty years in the past or three hundred years in the future, and you so often emerge from plots so far removed and yet so closely intertwined with your newly-burdened mind that you can’t quite tell where you begin and that protagonist ends. 167 more words