I have not survived against all odds. I have not lived to tell. I have not witnessed the extraordinary. This is my story.

At the end of life, at the end of YOUR life, what essence emerges? What have you filled the world with? In remembering you, what words will others choose?

cozy+smell of pancakes-alarm clock=weekend

I have not survived against all odds. I have not lived to tell. I have not witnessed the extraordinary. This is my story.

I wish I had eaten more rice cakes.

From the earliest age on, even as we toy with it, we instinctively know there is something mighty about the truth, that it is an immobile, looming star. We grow to crave it.

If you want to grow up to be a big, strong pea, you have to eat your candy," Papa Pea would say.