Barrons knows virtually everything about me. I wouldnโt be surprised if somewhere he has a little file that encompasses my entire life to date, with neatly mounted, acerbically captioned photosโsee Mac sunbathe, see Mac paint her nails, see Mac almost die.
Karen Marie MoningNightfall. โWhat a strange word. โNightโ I get. But โfallโ is a gentle word. Autumn leaves fall, swirling with languid grace To carpet the earth with their dying blaze. Tears fall, like liquid diamonds Shimmering softly, before they melt away. Night doesnโt fall here. It comes slamming down.
Karen Marie MoningI'd teach them to read and to dream and to look at the stars and wonder. I'd teach them the value of imagination. I'd teach them to play every bit as hard as they worked. And I'd teach them that all the brains in the world can't compensate for love.
Karen Marie Moning