I was nineteen and taking an English class at a local university when I read Homer’s epic for the first time.
Clear whispers heard inside the soul, reminding us of generations of love that have long passed…
Lost somewhere between the veil of a crisp November morning and within the dimness of haze, lays the serenity of a natural love for life.
Eternal hearts caught within the winds of cool changes fly among the heavens and dance together…
When we depart from this realm of life they say our questions are answered–
Though I decided long ago to maintain some degree of skepticism where any historian is concerned, I enjoy and trust Paul Johnson above the rest.
These past couple of months have been, in a word, interesting.
The surrealism of our worst fears actually happening to us and the ones we love is a complete devastation to our heart;
“I Can’t Breathe” is the name of the first story I ever read by Ring Lardner. It concerns a well-to-do 18-year-old girl who is infatuated, off and on, with several boys.
Inside the magical feelings of inspiration, a compelling story of love and pain exists