We all are not enough, and for what i cannot be, i am not. Thankfully, there is an I Am.
Dear World, I wrote a poem. but that’s not all I’m going to do.
Today, i met one of my role models. Caroline Clare, woman of God and woman of proverbs 31:26. Best day to meet a beloved teacher and friend-close-as-big-sis.
Dear friends. I love you as I love my eyes, ears, and skin.
written in a canyon on a drive that changed my life…. or that drove my changed life back to the Canyon it once belonged.
Written for one of my best friends in the world, whose mind is a treasure-trove that i have only known for several months, i wrote this may 8th on the ride up to SLC. The trip through the luscious green mountains was lifechanging.
Heere is a fable my brother wrote.
Please welcome Knucklepen Artist and kindred spirit, Abigail Byers, and an excerpt from her fingers -hot off the wordpress.
Written on a Caroline Clare Class writing prompt with the early poetry club which turned into Writer’s Block. My poemization of psalm 114. (The whole poem is not posted.)
Just finished “Our Town” by Thornton Wilder. Best play ever.
Happy 2015 birthday, Daddy. I made the lemonade for you.
For all of you out there with Pride. I understand now.