Sometimes,lots of times,when people talkI don’t hear the words.Just the sounds,strung together.Up, down,side, side,hum, buzz.

I noticed that the snow was gone and the ground looked greener. It’s funny how the good stuff can wipe away the bad stuff so quickly.

Don’t worry about a thing,” Tom said.But I worried about all the things.

He hadn’t said a word to me until we had been roommates for eight months. And even then it had only been, “You’re wearing my socks.

I’d figured out that it wasn’t just about food and shelter. Obviously, that was important, butit was the people that I met, the people who made a difference, that kept me going.That made my world.