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