"Acquaintances don’t live in your heart, your soul, they live in your brain, they’re off when it rains. Friendship, that’s made in your soul, friends make you feel whole. Friends give, they don’t lend, they’ll stand next to you till the end of time, friends get their own poem, they are celebrated in rhyme. I miss the guys – and the girls – back ...
BEHIND THE MASK: GETTING TO KNOW MYSELF…
I was having a private message 'chat' with my new, unofficial writing mentor yesterday and, re one of the exchanges, she said, "love this! this is a beautiful blog post, as is": I guess that she meant that what I had just said would make a great blog - so here it is... "Depression, mental illness/health/wellness, anxiety ...
FRIENDS…
I just have to tweet this photo: Videos are great, of course, but 'stills' catch a moment...videos can miss the moment, they don't catch them, hold them, they don't suspend the moment like 'stills' do. Here, my sister, with the dark hair, is catching up with an old friend ('old' as in they go way, way back). ...