It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.

18 Come now, and let us reason together, saith Jehovah: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool. Isaiah 1:18 (American Standard Version)

I'm LDS. I've been married for two years. I work with elementary age students as a speech-language pathologist. My husband is looking for his grown-up job. We live in the great state of Texas.

a guy that love doing pretty much all kinds of sports but basketball, enjoy talking, singing, and meeting new people. The rest I will have you figure out.