I got a strange message the other day from someone who was likely insane. I think it is important to listen to the odd, the outcast, and the questionably sane. The reason for this is simple. Their viewpoint of the … Continue reading →

  When I was six, my parents sat me down to break the news to me. There was no Santa Claus. It was all a hoax. A big lie. I sat on my dad’s lap crying dramatically while he tried … Continue reading →

Some things I used to think when I was little: On-Off Sale at a liquor store meant that sometimes you could buy alcohol and sometimes you couldn’t. A wheelbarrow was called a wheelbarrel… you know… a barrel on a wheel. … Continue reading →

She paces back and forth timid small dry tiny perfect curves in miniature form not yet marked by time and cellulite and responsibility just jump mom says and I will catch you her face crumples into a scowl of uncertainty … Continue reading →