You can't keep the birds of sadness from flying over your head, but you can keep them from nesting in your hair.
...but it doesn't feel crazy to us. It feels like what we do.
It can't be dead. It was alive just a minute ago.
As readers can probably tell from my books, I love the outdoors.
I enjoy receiving and giving realistic fiction, for both children and adults, with strong characters, beautiful language, and humane visions.
Sometimes when you are trying not to think about something it keeps popping back in your head you can't help it you think about it and think about it and think about it until your brain feels like a squashed pea.