People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you'll know exactly what to do.
Michelle Ventor
Monday, July 18, 2005
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Facebook Verification
Contributors
Posts
Links
Blog Archive
-
▼
2005
(265)
-
▼
July
(34)
- He Grew Up!
- A New Magazine of Interest
- A Video Game Has Been Outlawed
- e.e. cummings and growing up
- Fantasy Revealed, Part 2
- Buddha says...
- Fiction and Tuesday
- Ancient phallus unearthed in cave
- Desiring Expansion
- Happiness
- Love Is Like The Weather, Poem
- Accomplishment and Futures
- 21 Uses for Vodka
- Bugs, a Short Story, by Eric S. Brown and Steven L...
- Making Plans for Getting There
- Time in the Writing Life
- According to Gandhi I'm Happy
- People In Our Lives
- Time's Escape, A Poem
- Doesn't This Make Sense?
- Wheelchair, a poem by Melissa Sartori
- One of *Those* Days and Milestones
- Some Words From Leonard Nimoy
- Creeters Are Interesting
- Chosing Between Two Courses
- Neanderthal, A Book Review
- Humanity Is Better Than This, God Bless You London...
- Some Words on Perspective
- G-8 Faces U.S. Pressure to Downsize Goals
- A Novel Report
- Isabelle's Sorrow, Poem
- Catching Up On The Weekend
- Ohhhhhhhh say can you see.....!
- Pondering.
-
▼
July
(34)
No comments:
Post a Comment