My starter must be broken
I read this definition of the word grief this morning, and I realized this is how I feel much of the time: A sense that something has been taken, a […]
I read this definition of the word grief this morning, and I realized this is how I feel much of the time: A sense that something has been taken, a […]
Last night I had a breakdown and cried all over my cat. My cat, Petunia, is so understanding. What would I do without her? Everything I’ve been reading lately seems […]
Last night I stayed up until ten writing my memoir. I can’t believe how easily it’s coming to me. I don’t know if it’s any good, but my main goal […]
Inspiration dawned on me this week, and I began writing a memoir about my childhood. It is disturbing, gritty, and brimming with some shocking things you probably didn’t know about […]