Eating the hand that feeds me
This morning I woke up to weak sunlight, thick socks and cold fingers. A perfect time for imagining tropical warmth. Instead, I chose frozen tropical fruit. Judiciously chosen, at 8 […]
This morning I woke up to weak sunlight, thick socks and cold fingers. A perfect time for imagining tropical warmth. Instead, I chose frozen tropical fruit. Judiciously chosen, at 8 […]
Just over 3 years ago I lost myself in sobs. I had forgotten what sadness felt like, deep wrenching heartbroken grief. I sobbed aloud, hysterically, madly for hours and hours […]