Will Harris
Will Harris
William Taylor Harrisis an American professional baseball pitcher for the Houston Astros of Major League Baseball. He previously played for the Arizona Diamondbacks and Colorado Rockies...
grateful mean passion
I'm so grateful that I'm able to do something about this passion that I have for shelter animals. In a strange way, it completes me. It means so much to me and makes me feel like I'm truly making a difference.
expectations grace life-is
There's a certain grace in accepting what your life is and embracing all the good things that have been - but there's still an expectation of good things to come. Not necessarily what you expected.
biographies want my-own
I have my own biography of Gram Parsons - I don't want to be part of somebody else's.
singing acting world
To me acting and singing are worlds apart.
alcohol feelings drug
I was feeling single, seeing double, wound up in a whole lotta trouble.
everyday-things magic warning
The right circumstances sometimes happen of their own accord, slyly, without fanfare, without warning. Layman's alchemy. . . . The magic of everyday things.
tamed
A named thing is a tamed thing.
survival alternatives sometimes
Sometimes survival is the worst alternative there is
gang cannons bits
I'm politically inclined towards the left, but I don't like to be in anyone's gang; I'm a bit of a loose cannon.
summer wind rushing
We came in the wind of the carnival. A wind of change, or promises. The merry wind, the magical wind, making March hares of everyone, tumbling blossoms and coat-tails and hats; rushing towards summer in a frenzy of exuberance.
challenges trying want
I have a tendency to pick up my own challenges. The more difficult something it is, the more I want to try it.
toasts
I am not at all a chocoholic. I would rather eat anchovy toast.
summer memories betrayal
Wine talks; ask anyone. The oracle at the street corner; the uninvited guest at the wedding feast; the holy fool. It ventriloquizes. It has a million voices. It unleashes the tongue, teasing out secrets you never meant to tell, secrets you never even knew. It shouts, rants, whispers. It speaks of great plans, tragic loves, and terrible betrayals. It screams with laughter. It chuckles softly to itself. It weeps in front of its own reflection. It revives summers long past and memories best forgotten. Every bottle a whiff of other times, other places, everyone...a humble miracle
horse wish beggar
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.