before it slips (a poem) |
I drop things not because I am clumsy but because sometimes I like to see how loose I can hold it before it slips from my grip and crashes to the floor. I hate nights like this where I am fe...
Posted by on Fri, 06 Oct 2006 10:11:00 GMT |
october, becky's favorite month |
Loved ones,Today as I sat rolling up silverware on the slowest day of work I have ever experienced so far, I reflected on my life. I realized how satisfied and proud I am to be where I am in life. I h...
Posted by on Sun, 01 Oct 2006 19:05:00 GMT |
