What is it about us that changes the way we feel about people? I know I've always been the greatest perpetrator of this crime, and yet I...
" I'm not crazy, I've just been in a bad mood for 40 years ." Shirley Maclaine in Steel Magnolias
Nobody knows I'm here anymore. As long as I keep my voice down and my fingers bent, No one will ever know.
The bug crawled up the tree and bit me. It was small and nasty and irritating. Like the sound of a rusty cheese grater gone grey. Like the g...
Looking out from my apartment on the 14th floor, I often see a kite circling its way up into the sky. I'm assuming its the same kite eve...
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