What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs…
Essay 2-09-2009 – Nancy Bo Flood A toddler holds onto the edge of the couch. She looks at you, grins… lets go. Her whole face lights up with joy and…
Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down. Yamada
