Trisha G.:
It was a day filled with the glow of ordinary things & we passed them quietly from hand to hand for a long time
Trisha G.:
I remember we sat in the swing on the front porch & as the dusk came on us like a song, dark throated & sweet, he told me about the beginning when we had bones of light & hair that burned like the sun
Trisha G.:
Lots of times they look like weeds in the beginning & it's not until later that you see how beautiful they really are.
Trisha G.:
I read somewhere that if given a choice between sex & peace of mind, she said, most people would choose peace. Personally, I said, I do fine with a little anxiety.
