There’s a color you’ve never seensomewhere hiding in betweenturquoise, tangerine, chartreuse,burnt sienna, pink and puce.This hue, it’s true, has eluded for agesartists, smartests, chefs and sages,but I finally found it while faring afarand I’ll sell it to you in this … Continued
I’m glad to know I’m not my ownand that you’re not mine either.I’m glad my creator keeps us as his.This comfort’s made me a believer.
When you wake up in the morning,do you wish that either life was funor that you could go back to bed?Or do you just do what needs to be done?
Sometimes I’m on a different time:I’ll leave when it’s time to get there,I’ll get ready when it’s time to go.And while in one country that worked just fine,here, it just makes me seem slow.
Sometimes I am surprised by just how real my baby is. Like– she knows how I feel!
To be outnumbered doesn’t mean you’re a victim. Doesn’t mean you’re picked on, although at times, you might be. To be outnumbered just means you’re not the majority. But if you’ve always practiced humility, you’ll be ready to act rightly.
I will not start another bookuntil I’ve finished this.I will not blow the candles outuntil I think my wish.I will not cook another mealwith all these half-meals in the fridge.But I will start another dayno matter what yesterday did.
I hear that train a’coming,it’s rolling through the park,and waking up neighborswho sleep when it’s dark,and stopping some traffic,and making cars wait.But it’s not the train’s faultif you’re angry and late.
What time do you wake in the morning? Exactly six a.m?Or maybe six fourteen, after hitting the snooze button twice.Or maybe about eleven, since you work until after two.Or maybe after noon. Sometimes that would be nice.But what about sometimes … Continued