But then I took another sip of my coffee, and the feeling passed. My confidence as a short story writer took a knock-out punch about six years ago, and I never recovered. Tonight, sitting on my bed after a day of holiday shopping and while watching Care Bears to the Rescue, a few characters tried…
Life has come full circle and, in my 10-year-old son Jon Alex, I am now raising myself. I don’t know how my parents survived me because I sure as hell don’t know if I’m gonna survive JA. The moodiness, the emotional manipulation, the refusal to take responsibility for his actions unless taking responsibility has a…
clearing my plate because depression loves to kick my ass when the plate is full
