The Scent of the Roses

Let Fate do her worst, there are relics of joy, Bright dreams of the past, which she cannot destroy; Which come in the night-time of sorrow and care, And bring back the features which joy used to wear. Long, long be my heart with such memories filled! Like the vase in which roses have once…

A Different Perspective

I talked to single mother today. I had spoken with her before, as she frequently works out in the gym at the student activities center at the University where I work. She had come by my office the first time to ask how she could get into better shape now that her son was born. After working with…