Sunday, May 14, 2006


when i think of my mother, i think of being young, she's pounding on a door and screaming, "you're a loser!" at the top of her lungs. i'm not sure if i've yet to prove her wrong.


Anonymous said...

No my dear, if there is a loser amongst us it is I. For in my fog, I could not see the light you were always shining for me!

Anonymous said...

none of us could see that light... until it was too late; and until the clouds that surrounded our hearts had poured out enough tears to let that light shine in.

casey said...

Wow, did we share a mom?