This morning at the gas station, a beautiful stranger approached me and started up a conversation.
With the coming of the morning dew, the spider webs hold diamonds.
Almost any dog owner is sure to relate. 🙂
I'd like to talk to you about the issue of being not "body-shamed", but "body-supervised." Can I make up a stupid term and expect you to understand what I mean? No. So please, bear with me as I try to explain my experience being, what I like to think of as, "body-supervised."
Sometimes I find inspiration in the oddest of places. Today's was a random youtube video about kids describing color to a blind person. Enjoy!
My grandmother died 4 years ago. My father and I have spoken probably 5 times since then. He recently sent me a text message... I have yet to reply... Why you might ask? Here's why.
I treasure my mornings. In this silent sunlight, that first cigarette tastes like heaven. Sometimes, when the smoke sings through my lungs and dances to my fingertips, I write.
Yes, finals are shitty for teachers too. Here's one reason why.
Just an idea of who I am, why I'm here, and what type of thoughts I'll be sharing.