“Sorry, Will, bad habit of mine. You have to stress hot in the city these days. Some places have absolutely no idea how to make a decent long black.' And there she was being all uppity slutty again.”

“MistakenMemories are all that I have to anchor me,Yet they’re often what leaves me unhinged,Falling from that could I thought was so safe.You came to a place, where – besides me –You were uninvited.Leaving, you promised me I could alwaysCount on you.I especially miss that.My kindred spirit,The one who promised to love me,Only to prove yourself a liar –Going from Prince CharmingTo the Big Bad Wolf,Truly thinking only of yourselfLeaving meWith empty promises, alone in the dark,Burnt from the initial sparkOf what I mistook for love,Making my memories a false refuge.(full poem)”

“Bring me somewhere newAway from this place;Its memories haunt meAnd I wish, longing to forget”

“Oh, really? Is that why he’s hot and bothered for Arcadia here?” Kar Yee tossed an accusatory glance my way. She was well aware that honesty wasn’t one of my strong suits. “Probably,” Jupe confirmed. “My dad says he likes her so much that if she kicked him in the balls, he’d just thank her.”

“You know, I found a gray hair the other day. I almost broke the sound barrier rushing to the pharmacy to get some dye. Beth snorted. Oh please! You're a blonde-no one can see gray hair up there. Now, you get one down under, and then you can panic.”

“Samson’s grace and surefootedness at breakneck paces was the closest Roxleigh had ever come to some semblance of peace in his life. His head was never clearer, his nerves were never calmer, and his mind was never more unbound than when he rode Samson. He listened to the horse’s steady breathing, the exertion of his exhalations, and the steady beat of his hooves, punctuated by the swift silence of the jumps and the exclamation of the landing, like a staccato symphony. His mind unfurled its stressed tethers with the smooth action of Samson at full speed.”

“(this I wrote for our troops, amazing men & women serving our country - sometimes with great sacrifice.)Owen’s OwnHis girls were his world,He built his life around them.Their laughs,Their smiles,Their tears,Their sorrows;He fought for it all.Thousands of miles away,Day after day,He fought to keep them safe,Keep them from harm,But being gone, he could do it all.They weren’t hurt, his girls,But they weren’t safe anymore.Finally he could come homeAnd truly protect his own.”