I grew up in Fall River, Massachusetts. My background was modest, and I worked at a Portuguese bakery in town.
The whisper of the dusk is night shedding its husk.
If we were always conscious of the fact that people precious to us are frighteningly mortal, hanging not even by a thread, but by a wisp of gossamer, perhaps we would be kinder to them and more grateful for the love and friendship they give to us.
We are all the walking wounded in a world that is a war zone. Everything we love will be taken from us, everything, last of all life itself. Yet everywhere I look, I find great beauty in this battlefield, and grace and the promise of joy.
A scar is not always a flaw. Sometimes a scar may be redemption inscribed in the flesh, a memorial to something endured, to something lost.
We can approach belief from an intellectual path, but in the end, God must be taken on faith. Proofs are for things of this world, things in time and of time, not beyond time.
What does worry accomplish except to breed more worry?
I write first for myself as a therapeutic process, to get stuff out and to deal with it.
love being such, or such, the normal corners of your heart will never guess how much my wonderful jealousy is dark
I try to be the best I can be at what I can do, and that’s playing hard & rebounding.
I love building the products, seeing people use the products but you know along with success comes the need for a dialogue with the government.