we learn to eat beforewe walk or speak and itis hard to changethe building blocksbefore they fall.

when you losea sense theothers become keenerand each touch of my wife’s handtastes sweeterwithoutsugar.

Think positive. Think green.

glass will cutyou every day, andsometimes you willcrawl through hellto feel the sun.

He lost hair and yelled, but never hit Leanne. She was still his little girl. Memories of war could never change that.

there are songs about life, but fewer about death and that is some small consolation as there are many more on love than there are hate.

We were once indigenous enough to drink the rain.

there is a cultural perceptionthat we deserve thisbecause we overeator lack self-controland it isbullshit.diseases willaffect almost halfof all americans.it is no one’s fault

I have flirtedwith disaster likea miracle reversedmidstream.