A poem
January 31st, 2008
Love is soooo, nice. On top, it feels warm. Violins fill the air. Endings are always… Love. –Mona, age 8
Love is soooo, nice. On top, it feels warm. Violins fill the air. Endings are always… Love. –Mona, age 8
OK, so it has been down for a month or two. A lot has been going on, with work, teaching, the guilt that I should be doing the blogging I’m paid to do, new baby Sadie (who is doing very well, thanks), and life in general, but the real reason is that my server has [...]