Guest Wedding Problems.
The gift bag ripped getting on the train. Shit. I had ridden the 60 bus with my large Adias as I worked my way down to Geneva for one of...
He wanted me.
I knew he wasn't listening anymore. His eyes were focusing on the whiskey in the corner of my kitchen. He pulls it down and says, "Wow,...
Follow Your Dream.
As much as I love telling stories, I think it's time for myself to begin to share more directly what I am doing here on this blog. I was...