the tank is empty. not even a solar power cell can spur these sad legs and heavy heart. i’m always resistant to post the non-shiny, less glossy, tumble in my twirl, nut in the cupcake musings. but life is hard. life is untidy. no one is exempt. and one thing i...
top of the morning monday to you m’loves. how did miss weekend treat your tender hearts? i popped back and forth across the emotional ping-pong table of my precious aunt’s latest hospital stay. we yo-yo’ed between tears of hysterics, like on friday...
i’ve been running lately. there. it’s out in printed word. i guess i finally have to admit: i’m becoming a runner. {melodramatic-think drew barrymore-sigh} this is meaningful only to those who know me well. there are two things i detest: beets and...
