sometimes it's the ghosts who speak the loudest their silent howls crowding out the rubbishy commonplaces about the weather, the interesting book you're reading, and how are YOU? I don't know I can't hear you your voice is drowned out by the sound of everything left unsaid 29 May 2012
" Shopping -- even on Black Friday -- is not a sin. I do give my kids gifts. But our quasi-official start to the Christmas season sets the wrong tone. Rather than delivering us to the peace and fulfillment of a love that will never end, the Black Friday ritual hollows us out, leaving us only with a hunger that can never, ever be satisfied." Read the rest here .
Time keeps sneaking up on me. I turn around, and I'm already late for something. My thoughts are as chaotic and wildly jumping as my toddler today, and it's impossible to write. I hope to get a good night's sleep tonight and tomorrow be able to keep a train of thought on the tracks.
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