somewhere new, someplace safe: a celebration of beauty

I really can't tell what's beautiful anymore.  I passed two young fellows on the street the other day.  I know who they are, they work for the garage.  They're not churchgoing, either one of them, just decent rascally young fellows who have to be joking all the time, and there they were, propped against the [...]

somewhere new, someplace safe: what we really need to hear

Am I beautiful? It's one of the most fundamental question we ask.  We throw it out into the void.  Sometimes, we get platitudes as a reply.  Sometimes we don't ever get a reply.  And sometimes we are chastised for even asking. I am no stranger to insecurity.  There are moments when I feel truly lovely [...]