October was a rough month. I broke electronics, my car got hit in the parking lot, and when my laptop was stolen- my words, words that I had spent countless hours perfecting, a book that I was in the middle of writing, poems that had poured from my heart- were gone in...
I’m up again at the witching hour. This time I’m amped up on a strange concoction of cold medication, benadryl and tater tots. My heart feels about ready to explode and my body is somewhere in between the land of dreams and the land of wide awake. But I...
