Fifty percent of all meaningful education takes place in the home. What do you share with your child? You share your interests. I was a book person. I read with my son. My wife is an artist. She dragged his little butt around to museums. He's an illustrator of children's books.

My life is not packaged, Not tidy. There are leftover strands and jagged Edges that cut even my friends.

Wherever your heart rests There I will live and be blessed I've tried to line up the things I Needed to say but now my feelings just Tumble from me. I am half foolish, Half drunk with wanting you With wanting to take your hand And leap into the darkness of whatever Life will bring. Love makes me Brave and without love I'm made Nothing.

Each time I think there is no place lower to go, I find that there is at least one place that will mess you up worse than you were.

Drew, your enemies can mess your life up,' he said. 'Or they can make it easy for you to do it to yourself.' —Fletch

I talk to myself out loud at times, and feel embarrassed when people overhear me.

But now, like a fallen sparrow On a golden chain, I'm forever bound in shadow, A prisoner to my pain.