The Pines were roaring…
I don’t normally go to movies—not my idea of a fun way to spend a night…but…this one, I’m in. I first read the books when I was eight…a sweet, proud, sensitive, precocious little boy…and the legends fill me up with a sense of nobility and purpose and wonderment.
Wanna join? I’ll get the popcorn, you get the jujyfruits:
Bonus (worth it).
hot on elephant
A Letter to my Children: You do not come from a Broken Home. These People are Rare Gems—Keep Them, Fight for Them, don’t Give Up on Them. Mom, can I Call her Mom, Too? My Marriage had to End—for my Life to Begin. The Day I Stopped Running. Why your Yoga Goals are (Probably) Irrelevant, if not Downright Dangerous. Dear Woman in the White Car at Margaritas Mexican Grill in West Memphis, Arkansas on July 15th, 2012. Overcoming the Storm by Becoming the Storm. A Toast to PTSD: The Solution Starts with One Question. Hot Love with a Leo.