Mine! Mine! Mine! Mine is mine! It is divine! So, MINE!
The saying is "carpe diem" because the day is slippery like a fish and hard to grasp.
Write a sentence. Check the e-mail. Stand up. Check the e-mail. Pee. Check the e-mail. Call friend. Check the e-mail. ... What a busy day!
This neurotic moment was brought to you by fried chicken, because it starts off healthy – but we fix that.
Take one part anger, mix with two parts caffeine and one part alcohol, then stir. It's quite a cocktail: It'll blow your head off!
Fingers in dirt dig deep. Fingers in dirt feel the pulsing Earth. Fingers in dirt touch truth and love.
After eating a bowl of cabbage soup, he trudged to school, not suspecting that this was the inauspicious beginning of a most auspicious day.
What a day! I woke up naked as a cat drinking vinegar and ended up as ornery as a sow with a saddle!
A little place to call my own, a house, a home, a shack – not much, but mine.
Winter's winds warm, transform to Spring's sweetened breath, and thoughts turn toward nest building – secure, soft-lined and cozy.
Try on happiness today. It's attractively priced – free! – and you're under no obligation. But it'll fit you well, I promise.
There's a fellow sitting on my shoulder who tells me how things look today; he's my eyes and ears. And his name is Mr. Moody.
Sliver of white against the head of blue-gray nail, a pause of breath before the hammer swings.
Our long-agos were long ago and never will return, except in story time.
Plant a paradise on Earth, a square foot at a time, show your love with garlic, squash, and thyme.
And at the end, he came to nothing: no celebration, no great relief, no joy, just. Nothing.
A red light-dot centers ... stops ... a breath ... a moment ... then the world is changed.