Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us… And one fine morning — so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly, into the past.
Sometimes those blue days get in my way and when they do I just need a bigger stick to make it through…
What a beautiful day. The world at my feet!
Happy Birthday, Mr. Nelson Mandela!
Dedicated to 3 Very Special People
A rose inlaid perfectly, preserved for perpetuity In all its gracious glory Sealed in nature’s locket, a million years old
Our Hope Has a Name.
Breathe, Ms. Lowe….
Eleanor Lorene Lowe v. The State of Adversity