There's a lot of crap in life. So much today that it feels like we're all buried in a giant litter box. It's all about how we handle the stinky stuff around us. We can do it alone or with friends... or ultimately with God.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
The fatal flaw of vacation is that it ends.
Coming off two weeks of band camp (marching band, colorguard), I'm having a tough time getting back in the groove or my writerly life. Here are some images from Pennsylvania, Ricketts Glenn State Park.