So...a week and a half. I have learned that I am scared of angering him but I can tell him what I think anyway and I can ask for some alone time. I laugh and laugh and laugh. And I flirt and we talk and talk and talk and we are astounded to get along so well. We finish each other's sentence...  read more

I think the L word is not a word you throw around like a frisbee. But as we talked on the phone (for hours) he said it. I really like him, I even think I'm falling in love (very unusual), it felt right to hear it from him. Not binding, no pressure. I am taking my time with these words but I wa...  read more

Quote from My So Called Life: - "People are always saying you should be yourself. Like yourself is this definate thing. Like a toaster." I have had this as my msn name for awhile and today one of my friends questioned what it was about....i tried to explain and they came to this conclusion...  read more

My heart is cold It no longer beats Theres a hole, i can feel it Burning inside of me. Its Bleeding. I want to burn inside Inside with desire Im filled with emptiness I want to feel the flames. The fire.

What happened, I think, was that the timing was just right. Or wrong, depending on how you look at it. It had been two years since Mark died. After two years of outbursts, alcohol poisoning, fights, flunking grades, sessions with the school counsellor, grief counselling with the school chapl...  read more

I remember everything about this night. I remember the way the moonlight created deep shadows in the cruves and hollows of his body. I remember the sound of his breathing. I remember the colours, the smells. I remember the music trailing quietly in from the livingroom. Everything was whisper...  read more

We are reckless teenagers. We walk like high wire gymnasts across the train bridge, dropping empty beer bottles into the St. Mary’s River. Everyone is laughing. The night is cloudless and warm. Shoust is afraid of heights and balks at the edge of the bridge. Some of the others are coaxing him. Th...  read more

I was on my motorcycle driving to my son’s house to do electric work and a fountain installation when I saw her near the road on my right. I stopped and went to her. She was in white and green with a fresh smell. I said some word and bring her to my bike. Arrived at my son’s house ...  read more

On Friday mornings I often tear up and get a lump in my throat just before 8:30 a.m.  That is when StoryCorps is broadcast on NPR.  The stories are usually poignant, and I almost always wind up teary-eyed.  I’ve begun to wonder whether Pavlovian conditioning is at work. ...  read more

Isabelle cannot get enough train time.  We love playing with her and watching her play with the train. She runs around the housing saying, "chugga chugga choo choo."  Also, if we are driving down the road near a train track and she sees a train she says, "more, more, more...  read more