bock-bock! i’m a chicken….

bock-bock! i’m a chicken….

i am not a fighter. i hate competition and combat. i rarely see its merit {unless there is crime committed or an innocent victim needs defense.} i definitely own up to that part of me who cringes at one-on-one confrontation, typically involving hearsay, emotional...
comfortably numb

comfortably numb

 as the days get darker, and the weather turns colder, and sadly people seem to be getting a bit frostier; at the end of the day all we really want is a little bit of comfort: that softness, our tonic of florence nightingale, to soothe our daily forehead furrows,...