Found book title: CB Talk for Goodbye.

I’m 40 years old. Time to stop acting like a cheerleader and simply act like a leader.

I’ve decided to write poems that people can understand. Regular people, not just poet-people.

One year ago on Facebook, I wrote: If I started talking about love and light and peace and healing, would that freak you out?

Handwritten sign posted in neighbor’s yard: Pick up after your dog or he/she might get shot.

The world is full of what you believe it is full of.

I am finally learning what it means to see everything and everyone as a teacher.

T-shirt idea: Your past is not my present.

There’s a pillow moving all around in the bedroom. I suspect there’s a dog under it.

Morning in Walla Walla: 4th Avenue is alive with horses.