every now and then when the rain falls in sheets and the music’s on low…when i start to remember, when i hate to forget. every here and there when i miss being young or see an old picture or hope an old hope…i miss you. 

and sometimes (just sometimes), i think, something’s missing. 

-A

This week we want to know…what inspires you?

I’m a solemn believer that it takes more energy, and I’m talking a significant amount more, to be gloomy than it does to be happy. So, smile today. The leaves are beautiful – take a minute to enjoy that color, the fleeting vibrancy of fall. Don’t miss it because your eyes are cast down. Look up, breathe, smile. I promise, more often than not, you’ll like what you see.

-A

You know the kind I mean, I think everyone has these. Not everyone’s houses were built on Indian burial grounds or with secrets in the attic. But everyone has had someone leave, someone break their heart, someone disappear in an instant. These are the ghosts I’ve been thinking about. More visceral than a ghost in the movies because you feel them. They’re a presence, more frightening because they can’t be vanquished with a potion or summoned with a ouija board. We need to deal with them every day. They can strangle us. And all we can do is wait? Wait for what, I wonder.

-A

-A