I don’t like to make bucketlists. I explained that a while ago. To me a bucket list seems so fatalistic. I suppose it need not be. However, for me, it is so. I know someone dear to me that has been given months to live and […]
If all things work out, I may be moving into a new house at the end of the summer. That means I will have two more months to live it up in downtown Los Angeles. Problem is that I don’t even know what it means to live […]
She often sat at her green chair rocking the day away. She would jot down her thoughts in her little notepad that she kept on the side coffee table table. She had written over 200 poems. She was hoping to compile them and get some online Amazon […]