Depression is an azure, infinite sea. With bittersweet waters that quench every taste bud. The lullaby of the swooshing sounds it makes, sets my mind at ease. Its smell is intoxicating, forcing my eyelids to droop lazily. The...
Read MoreExcuse me, as I must gush for a second. I don’t normally, for I always like to think of myself as a dignified movie critic of some sorts, reporting nothing but the facts and blunt opinions of myself and the people who see...
Read MoreTen things I love: (in no particular order) a baby’s breath fresh cut flowers on the table an elderly couple holding hands Brussels sprouts (I know, right? I could actually, and have done so before, made a meal out of...
Read MoreSet aside the feelings I have for bad car drivers, and I’ll tell you something else that gets my blood boiling … BULLIES! I’m not quite sure what it is about them, but I have zero tolerance for any type of...
Read MoreI’ve been thinking lately about how much I write myself into my stories. I had one person comment that all writers write about themselves. As if it was more of a self indulgent feather in the cap to the writer, rather than...
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