Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
What Are You Dedicated To?
I hope your spring holiday weekend was fabulous. Mine was. You might remember that Saturday was my birthday, and then of course, Sunday was Easter. For the longest time Easter was my favorite holiday growing up. I think the relationship of the date to my birthday played a large party. It was always like one . . . → Read More: Hippity-hop