I am not afraid to cry in front of others.
This winter weather has gone on much too long.
That my parents had a knack for loving all of us. They gifted each of us the feeling that we were the favorite of the family. I know for sure...I don't know how they did it.
That some of my favorite memories with my dad took place at Fenway Park in Boston.
My brother is a trivia nut.
I become anxious in large crowds when I am alone.
Some kids don't deserve the life they were handed.
Sometimes life is unfair.
Sometimes I laugh out-loud at myself because I am my mother's daughter.
Living life in the state of gratitude makes things better; like when my mother kissed my bandaged knee it made the hurt go away. (At least a little bit.)