You know, happiness isn't a permanent state. Neither is unhappiness. There's a flow, back and forth
Swimming Toward the Ocean: A NovelIn Sarasota, Florida, Stephen King reminded me of the joy of just writing every day.
The Ocean at the End of the LaneI wanted to shout down to him, to warn him that he was giving flowers to a monster, but I did not.
The Ocean at the End of the LaneAs we age, we become our parents; live long enough and we see faces repeat in time.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane