Beached under the spumy blooms, we lie Sea-sick and fever-dry.

A man's world is different from a woman's world and a man's emotions are different from a woman's emotions and only marriage can bring the two different sets of emotions together properly.

There ought, I thought, to be a ritual for being born twice - patched, retreaded and approved for the road.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defenseless that I couldn't do it.

I must learn more about these people―try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is.

August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.