i am highly suspect that foul play took place last night, involving my kale-cucumber brew, from mother’s market juicebar. sapped out and rehearsing my bedtime nursery rhymes, i was so outta gas, in both brain and body, unwrapping the disposable straw turned into...
monday peace and love to you my kittens. my sweet, hard-working, deep-feeling readers, did mr. weekend give you the reprieve you had so greatly needed and deserved? as of last friday, my heart had been vitamixed into a questions-unanswered smoothie determined to...
i anticipated to awake in a rage. fists in the air, ready to scrap with puppies, the elderly, the angels, and whomever else wanted to butter my hurting heart. that bastard cancer has devoured another loved one. and, AGAIN, last week i received the infuriating news...
