I don’t write the way I used to.  I used to have things happen to me, and immediately there was an account of it somewhere: whether on my blog, scrawled in my journal, or saved in a word document.  It wasn’t even big things.  It was almost everything. 
A couple months ago, in July I think, I [...]

I love you
for putting your hand
into my heaped-up heart
and passing over
all the foolish, weak things
that you can’t help
dimly seeing there,
and for drawing out
into the light
all the beautiful belongings
that no one else had looked
quite far enough to find.
— from the poem “I love you” by Roy Croft
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It is my lunch hour and I don’t really feel like being here at work.
I want to read interesting things and make curtains for our apartment.
Our apartment!!!!
I am moving to Reynoldsburg in a little less than three weeks.
And I really want to buy these or these for the walls.
I am really excited to make a home [...]

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become real.”
“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit.
“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. “When [...]

Last night was specatacular! Ann, Jamie and I went to see Mae, who are in my top 5 favorite bands… and this is the only band in my top 5 that I have ever seen. It was so good. Their music is so beautiful. My heart was happy.

I also got my foot X-rayed yesterday and [...]