I wonder if it would have been a different conversation if he knew then that it would be the last time he ever was on the phone.
I have an idea for a vampire cloak that, I believe would safely enshroud me in smoke. I do need to get my sewing machine out to make it so I can see if it works as well as I believe it should, but how much fun would that be? I’ve even gone so far as to purchase retractable fangs. How fun to be in that cape, standing in a localized fog, smiling with fangs slowly ascending?
I adore Betty White, her gentle but somehow direct nature and inspirational life is something to be admired. A few weeks shy of becoming a centurion, she remained active right up to the very
I’m not feeling nearly as depressed as this is sounding. I’m not going to say I feel happy by any stretch of the imagination, but neither am I particularly depressed. The interesting thing to me is the feeling of acceptance
The flavor in our lives come from others.
. The sum total of our deeds, actions and life remains and always will. All of us have, like it or not, done harm and good, and even have many actions that had no noticeable influence at all. The question we all must ask ourselves is if, in the end, our ledger is net red or net black.
It was an odd question, not because I’m questioning her concern for me, but because I’ve given no indication that I’m unwell. Then she got to the heart of the issue
He is a diminutive man, impeccably dressed but his style is about a century out of date.
I'm celebrating (if that's the proper term for it) the seventh anniversary of my heart attack.
It's an odd feeling. I wasn't afraid I was going to die, I just knew I was dead. It was very calming, and aside from the thought of that report I was supposed to write, no, my life didn't flash before my eyes. Or maybe it did and I fell asleep. I dunno.