“And I found a lump,” she said.
There was a sound in my head like tinkling glass as everything inside fell apart.
There should be more to it than that. I should be able to describe conflicting emotions, feelings, reactions, thoughts.
But there wasn’t anything more. Only the sound of shattering lives.
Just your friendly neighborhood ego striker.
I used to have a lot of blogs. Now I have one.
a view through a black and white window
Memory to Remember
Words on a webpage
An atheist's adventures in a land of faith
Sustainable living in the 21st Century
An aging geek girl's personal blog
My thoughts on following Jesus in the here and now
The Art Club Site
ED WRITES STUFF (and nonsense) 