In Memory…Terry

So many thoughts. And I can’t find a single way to make sense of them all. You’d think I’d have this down pat, having lost so many loved ones to this fucking disease. Fuck cancer. Terry was 29. Was. I can’t believe I’m using his name in the past tense. There’s nothing I can say. … More In Memory…Terry

Good Morning?

I don’t have a title for this post. I have so many questions and no one willing to answer. Help? I’m sitting in my car in a plaza parking lot. I just wiped away more tears. The goons argued this morning and I smacked them. It wasn’t a hard smack, but it’s always so dramatic. … More Good Morning?