Swimming Practice
May 28, 2012
Sand Castles
May 28, 2012
The River
May 28, 2012
Suppose
May 27, 2012
An Saturday Afternoon
May 27, 2012
One Big, One Little
May 17, 2012
Ali’s Eggs
May 17, 2012
“We are all a volume on a shelf of a library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands. A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem, or as bad or good, as vulnerable or as strong, as sweet or as feisty; we are thickly layered, page upon lying page, behind simple covers. And love – it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can rip us apart or hold us together.”
― Deb Caletti