 the scariest dragons and the the fiercest giants usually turn out to be no more than windmills.  There was a time in my life when it seemed that I was always on the road, or on some oil rig out in the middle of no where. My friends would always ask "where are you?" or "where are you now?" At first, I would just simply reply that I was near this small town or that small town... but, it always seemed that they never quite knew where those small towns were located. I inevitably would have to say that I was "somewhere between" this city and that city (i.e... I was somewhere between Laredo and San Antonio). As the years passed I began to have fun with it. I began to change my replies and introduced some humor and personal observations... and in time it evolved into what you see here on this blog today. * Remembering a First Kiss * Feeling at Home * Having a Dream * Softly Whispering * Fondly Rememberin the Past  I am somewhere between fondly remembering the past and passionately moving toward the future.  she was fond of speaking in hyperboles, of small animals (cats and dogs mostly), of flowers, of soft kisses, of iced coffee (cafe americano with four pumps of white mocha), of jogging, of keeping secrets, but mostly she was fond of...  I am somewhere between remembering a first kiss and feeling my heart break piece by piece.  I am somewhere between running my fingers through your hair and softly whispering 'I love you' in your ear.  I am somewhere between feeling at home driving on i-35 and falling in love with the Texas sky. |
The Letters is a blog in which you will find some of the items that I am currently working on. It is a collection of quotes, excerpts, paintings, videos, drawings and posts either from or in regard to the book that I have endeavored to write:
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