One of the saddest realities is that we never know when our lives are at their peak. Only after it is over and we have some kind of perspective do we realize how good we had it a day, a month, five years ago.
I act as a sponge. I soak it up and squeeze it out in ink every two weeks.
I've always been drawn to Marilyn Monroe, but certain aspects of her story may be too sad to tell.

