Origin of blog name
Truth is so slippery
I keep falling down on it
It runs through my fingers like grease.
When I think I've got it,
it's gone.
I define my relationship,
it changes.
If my friend has been consistent
in his actions for twenty years
inevitably he will alter
as I dare to predict him.
The River runs south
till you jump in,
then it turns north,
takes you with it.
Hard, that cold lesson.
Author: Brenda Shaw
Friday, June 15, 2007
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