Almost
I almost didn’t write this. Looking at that phone. That terminally locked phone. Pictures I will only see through the lens of my memory. Memories that rescued me From Grief…
I almost didn’t write this. Looking at that phone. That terminally locked phone. Pictures I will only see through the lens of my memory. Memories that rescued me From Grief…
Why does it seem like I’m never done? Done with chores, done with errands, done with being productive, done with editing. There’s always so much to do. I don’t know…
I hate that Guns N Roses pops into my head when I think of the word patience. The word whiny also comes to mind right now. I need patience to…
Blurry is the line between ego and self-respect. Worse than the fog outside my window this morning. So what prompted me to write about this existential face-off of good vs.…
Serious fucking question. Besides a select, and I mean very select few, I can’t think of many. Patterns, history, do me wrong once shame on you and all that jazz. …