~~~because this business of becoming conscious, of being a writer, is ultimately about asking yourself, how alive am I willing to be?
it's 7pm, we're making pasta sauce, meatballs, and pasta for dinner. the first two things, from scratch.
also, tiramisu for dessert!
ahhh. i love it.
it's a tradition.
this was last night. everyone: tired. waking up at 6am-ish with 6 hours in the car will do that to ya.
~~~i loved this post by as simple as that: talking with tragedy at the seaside diner.