Sunday, August 19, 2012

JOURNAL

I remember rushing into the arms of my mother, diving into her empathy, her healing embrace. The reason didn’t matter, a fever, a fall, overzealous playfulness or just for a moment's reprieve. Her compassionate heart, always home, and a place to offer tears for a mother. I LOVE YOU MOM

No comments:

Post a Comment

What I Learned About Billionaires at Jeff Bezos’s Private Retreat For the richest men on Earth, everything is free and nothing matters. By Noah Hawley

At the end of Paul Thomas Anderson’s 2007 movie, There Will Be Blood, Daniel Day-Lewis’s oil-baron character, old now and richer than Croesu...

TOP POST