I walk down the street, There is a deep hole in the sidewalk. I fall in. I am lost…I am helpless. It isn’t my fault. It takes forever to find a way out. (Read the rest of this poem here.) For this week we stop here. There are holes in sidewalks everywhere, some large and […]
Don't fall for the slick, dandified cake eater—the unpolished gold of a real man is worth more than the gloss of a lounge lizard.
This “rule” is just begging for its own blog post. Because, men, there is gold to be found in you. This rule comes from the list of | read more
The Dirt Our Lives Grow Through
The ugliness of our past is buried in that dirt. The hurt. The anger. The loss of innocence. The rejection. The fear of inadequacy. | read more