T-Minus.

The Littles arrive in T-minus 12 hours. I should be, for all intensive purposes, asleep. Resting up. Charging the batteries. People, I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how it […]

Love.

I like to believe this is a pretty damn good representation to what Love is … Broken and uneven. Carved out in the midst of hard asphalt. But there, nonetheless. […]