my younger brother is 40 years old
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2013.06.24
Well, time flies (who knew?). I remember when my brother was born.
twenty-eight years and a million words
Well, time flies (who knew?). I remember when my brother was born.
This country will not be a good place for any of us to live unless we make it a good place for all of us to live in.
—Theodore Roosevelt