An ongoing quest for the meaning of life. Does true happiness exist in a Tory Burch turquoise-trimmed sheath, a MarieBelle Dark Chocolate Croquette bar, a rose garden, a rocky Maine beach, a daughter's eyes, an inky star-sprinkled sky, hours of computer keystrokes that tell a story--or all of the above?
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Monday, May 18, 2015
Heading to Bed, Will Write Tomorrow
Tired at 9:49 p.m. on a Monday night in May. That's my reality. Sleep tight, as my good Dad used to say.
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