Letting Life Lead
Shift over! Catch that bus! Two telephone workers–one fresh in his twenties–on the job. My nineteen-year-old stomach flitters, my change falls, he picks up the rollers. Was that smile a signal? I think not and walk a mile of regret.
I have no idea why I picked this blog name, but there's no turning back now
"Our subject isn't cool, but [s]he fakes it anyway."- The Offspring
Musings through the journey of writing my first novel
It is what it is and it too shall pass.
Unfolding From the Fog (or What I Think About When I Walk My Dog)
When life hands you lemons, go find some gin and tonic.
"Smile with your teeth." -my Mother
Don't die before your death