Character in the Wait The windshield, thick slab of stubborn ice that didn’t want to budge anymore than […]
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Grow, grow, grow faster, tell your story and follow only your own beautiful delusions.
(What I’m saying to Self this morning…) The picture you have in your head, of what you want, […]
Cathy just left with babies, dishwasher running and chugging and roaring, and me at the desk trying to […]
Okay, now I get it– Chardonnay’s out to get me, like Montresor to Fortunato. What did I do? […]