I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.

Two Arts degrees does not a life make.

I work hard in the orchard, not for the money anymore, but for something I can't explain. Something worth more than money.

and I'm thinking as our bodies meet that I'll remember this forever, and i just hope it's for all the right reasons.

She taught me what's important, and what isn't. And I've never forgotten. And that's what mothers do, I say.

He looks a hell of a lot like me, only a fair bit older.

I’m alone with the ghost of the swamp, somewhere near the weeping willows.