disparate thoughts

i'm not here, i'm there, neither here nor there

i wonder if the smallest doll sometimes feels like she gets the raw deal

i love that maya angelou used to be a calypso singer, not many people know that

ironing out the bumps in the road so that the ride will be smoother

is it ever enough?

when you can't see the woods for the, um, bushes...

my mother once remarked that when films end when the characters get married and live happily ever after, really, that's the beginning...in real life

for the first time in a decade i've stayed put in one place for more than 6 months. closing doors opens new ones


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