I am in here.
There were never strawberries like the ones we had that sultry afternoon sitting on the step of the open french window facing each other your knees held in mine the blue plates in our laps the strawberries glistening in the hot sunlight we dipped them in sugar looking at each other not hurrying the feast … Continue reading Strawberries
If, while watching the sun set on a used-car lot in Los Angeles, you are struck by the parallels between this image and the inevitable fate of humanity, do not, under any circumstances, write it down. — Fran Lebowitz
Sometimes you gotta create what you want to be a part of. — Geri Weitzman
Went to see “The Mystery of Edwin Drood” tonight at CCM. Those kids could do as good as anyone on Broadway, and probably better. I had to learn real quick how to get down stairs the “regular” way. Lots of people behind me on the stairs, in and out, and none of them willing to … Continue reading Edwin Drood
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