Let me tell you about the girl on the left. 32 years old. Married. Associate at a large law firm. She lived with her husband in a 2400…
You’re in the fourth grade, and you've just gotten a bad spelling test grade back. You feel ashamed…
Imagine yourself hiking through a peaceful spot in a forest or sitting on a quiet beach where all that can be heard are the cries of seagulls and the roar of the waves. This is what I imagine when I hear the word nature. I am perfectly content when I am in this environment.
In a custody case, there are lots of labels.
2.1 Smelly Paul
Lloyd was capable of doing things out of character, but only when he was alone and off his face. A few weeks ago Jess visited her brother for the weekend and on the Friday Lloyd stayed in with Yep, drinking wine and eating…
Writing is like tuning the radio.
The writer’s hand turns the knobs; always, almost there. You can hear whispers of the voice break through the static, as he fine tunes it to perfection.
Always, almost there; but never at the perfect channel of full clarity.
It’s much easier to stay on the defensive than to attack the goal, but sometimes you have to attack the goal to ever win. The likelihood that someone will score an own goal and take you higher up in the table called life without your own…
The mind is a river. The river flows from heart, to mind, to lips. Expressing our essential joy. The mind is a vulnerable place. The waters of our love become prey to rocks. Rocks of thought.
Someone sits at the edge of our river. One may call it, ego, the voice of fear, or simply my…
I remember the first time I had ever been to a beach. I was around 15, yeah pretty…
