If There Is One Thing

My Most Popular Blogs End Up Being The Ones Where I Talk About Being A Dad.

The Air Was Heavy With The Smell Of Leather And Dust, Of Old Parchment And Binding Glue. It Smelled Of Secrets.

You Know, I Could Have Carried You.

You Never Do Things The Easy Way, Do You?" She Said. "there's An Easy Way?" I Asked.

...if I Have Ever Met Someone Without A Single Shadow On Their Heart, It Was Surely A Child Too Young For Speaking.