It is in the throes of unfamiliar seas, habits of change and growth are born. Seeded by simple passion, newly sprung habits often are riddled with complexity and the complication of uncertainty. It is the clarification of the why, however, that compels us forward, even after the initial dopamine rush wanes. I know for meContinue reading “In the Throes of Unfamiliar Seas”
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Morning Breath
It’s peaceful now, and what I see
Is calm repose of big palm tree
Adieu Sweet Ann
Oh Mom, I miss you something fierce,An advocate whose love did pierce,Through any doubts, through any lows,And seeds of confidence you sowed. Your words of wit and wisdom bloomed,And never could we then presume,What sentiments you would exhumeFrom deep within your thought-filled rooms. How easy it could have been to brood,But girding you we understoodWasContinue reading “Adieu Sweet Ann”