The day is long, but the years are short. Confronted by choice, after choice, after choice Knowing which one will lead me to where Is uncertain at best, filled with despair.   The sun hangs in the .. Read More

It’s a Friday night and I’m all alone for the first time in over two years. It’s just me, a glass (er four or five) of red wine, and Norah Jones and Colbie Caillat playing in the background .. Read More