L leans in and says, “Mommy, can I tell you a secret?” She puts her hand up by her mouth and places it against the curve of where my face and ear meet. She whispers, “I wish I had a
8-20-17
The breeze sitting on my parents back porch seems like the best breeze that there ever was. One like I’ve never experienced. No breeze as beautiful, quiet and comforting. Not the breeze alongside the ocean, not on the top of
Nothing Gold Can Stay
A Robert Frost poem and my favorite A New Found Glory album. All those years go when I discovered both as a high schooler in 2000 (I’m aging myself), I didn’t quite get it. But the other day I was driving