I dreamed I was at a party for the President. I was decked out in a yellow gown with my curly hair pinned up and both ears and wrists dripping with diamonds. I went outside of the arena to greet the President when to my horror, I noticed that he
I always seem to get myself in trouble after midnight. I generally do this by making unnecessary phone calls or sending unnecessary emails. Like now, for example. I just got off work and it’s a beautiful warm night in the District and I have nothing of particular importance to
From http://woldcnews.com/local/berniemccain/do-dc-taxicab-drivers-discriminate/ As any non-driving District inhabitant knows: shiny yellow cab light on = run and catch me first and I’m all yours! Cab light off = shove off, I’m taken. So if the riders understand the boilerplate D.C. taxicab sign-language, you’d think its creators–the cab drivers themselves–would, as well.
“This was my moment to look for the kind of healing and peace that can only come from solitude.” Sleep is evading me at the moment, as it often does when there is something in my heart that must be loosed, else I burst. Even with one more day remaining
‘”For I know the plans I have for you,’ says the Lord, ‘Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’” –Jeremiah 29:11 Love. It’s the entire reason I uprooted my comfortable, southern Georgia existence and moved to the District that never