The gift is for you...The surprise is for me.

I took the world into me, rearranged it, and sent it back out as a question: "Do you like me?

One hundred years of joy can be erased in one second

...accepting the compromise of the way we have been, the way we are, and the way we will likely be...may we live together in unwavering love and good health, amen.

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.

What if I never stop inventing?

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.