I married a dream snatcher. I sip my Peet's coffee and think. I don't like all that I think. I'm needing reflection...on the page. Computer a-go. Me? Present. Inner Voice? Present. Thoughts?

I’m pretty sure I drove my car too fast today. It was great fun…the way me and my Subaru take the corners…tight. I likely pissed off a few fellow VT drivers…they like to take it slow here. But,

Current mood: blessed Category: Writing and Poetry I have a green thumb. I nuture growth. I weed well. I prune. I recognize the differences between what I am growing and their need for

Gave my freedom. Gave my love. You made promises, leaving them like a lost glove. Kinda thought I'd love you forever. Just couldn't keep your word. Chose you as my life-long lover. Damn,

FUNKED UP, lyrics written by HALF PINT~Jennifer Tracy Kessler, '08. Toxic money In your heart Poisoning every word off your tongue On this journey You seem detached Mindfulness tries to seek

Mom Power…Continued. Sometimes I sit quietly in my den, my eyes almost closed in order to better gather and evaluate my thoughts as I continuously feed that addictive feeling of being in touch with