for my parents

I just downloaded Ben Rector’s CD. His song “Hank,” brought tears to my eyes. This is for you dad and mom. (Neither of you were ever a bother ) “To a boy who looks just like his mother, who’s a sister to her brother who sings this song with that boy from far away I…

Tears.

It’s 1:57 a.m.
I just finished reading Nicholas and Micah Sparks’ book, “Three Weeks With My Brother.”
I cried.
I didn’t intend to stay up this late reading and it’s been awhile since I have. It was worth it.
For whatever reason, I used to pride myself in the fact that I didn’t cry reading books or watching movies. A proud entertainment stoic, I’d frequently tell to others this in response to their sharing about shedding of tears.
I did cry though, don’t get me wrong. I am a very emotional person. I just usually didn’t cry during books or movies.

A Painting of Life

I imagine many of the valuable and expensive horse hairs fell out of the brush because of my lack of dexterity. I
watched Long Ju paint many a beautiful painting, only realizing and recognizing its value later.