I lift my arm out of the water. It's a log. Put it back under and it blows up even bigger. People see the log and call it a twig. They yell at me because I can't see what they see. Nobody can explain to me why my eyes work different than theirs. Nobody can make it stop.

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.

I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.

Life is for the living. Don't let the fear of striking out let you from keep you from playing the game.

It's a shame we can't just admit that we failed family living, sell the house, split up the money, and get on with our lives.

There is something about Christmas that requires a rug rat. Little kids make Christmas fun. I wonder if could rent one for the holidays.