Well, I'm a dork for hope. Love is my bounceback legs.
In the few short months that 2012 has been on the books, I've been tackled pretty hard. There's been death, destruction, illness and mayhem. Literally those. If you know me well, you know the tragedies and losses have been of a magnitude such that were I to write a fictional story about them, no reader would be able to suspend their disbelief. It's a life beyond fiction when such things would happen to one person, one family.
So I'm declaring this summer the summer of love. It's gonna be my grass, man. Watch me roll in it. Slurp it up like ice cream, swim in it like a river, sleep under the starlight of it, read it, write it, wallow in it and give it. It's gonna be my endless prairie under my bounceback feet.