Why is it that handwritten letters seem so much more precious than any other form of communication?
The weather outside is lovely. The sun is out, the air is cool and crisp, and New York just seems so happy and alive.
The NEACURH conference at SUNY Oneanta was a wonderful experience, but it left me with a sense of unraveling. I can't yet tell if what will remain after the unraveling will be good or bad.
Why are some people content with raising their children to be ignorant and rude?
Words impassion me. More and more am I realizing their loveliness, charm and the pleasure they evoke.
If I commandeered a Harry Potter and the deathly Hallows Part 1 banner off of a telephone both, would that make me a bad person?
What's on your mind?
