• Just make it up
    Marty, the future isn't written. It can be changed. You know that. Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be.      D...
  • Poem: Butter
    My mother loves butter more than I do, more than anyone. She pulls chunks off the stick and eats it plain, explaining cream spun around into...
  • Your own village
    That you need a village, if only for the pleasure of leaving it. Your own village means that you're not alone, that you know there'...