Is it the end or the beginning?
Now that I have so many pieces to the puzzle, I’m realizing that they don’t fit to form only one picture.
Reflections of a free spirited control freak
Now that I have so many pieces to the puzzle, I’m realizing that they don’t fit to form only one picture.
Have you ever felt like you were contained in a pressure cooker and if someone didn’t release the valve soon, you would explode into bits?
Cancer leaves a lot of scars, but not all of them are ugly.
I was unaware that I was sleepwalking through a broken life until a siren woke me up long enough to see the shards of my life at my feet.
I started smoking pot (and cigarettes and drinking and trying other drugs) when I was 12.
I grew up without an enduring male role model.
Years ago someone asked me, What makes you, you?