Two years ago today, Flea Market Guy and I were having our last big blowout. I was done with all of his drinking. I was
I’m not sure when it started or why, but for my whole life and I’m pretty it’s the same for lots of people I know,
Flea Market Guy and I took a short drive to the dam on Saturday. It’s been a while since we’ve been on a trail together.
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything. Well, I guess I should say it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything. I feel like
Valentine’s day was last week. Everybody was rushing to the store to buy flowers and chocolate and jewelry and pregnancy tests for the one they
Tara Condell hung herself. You probably don’t know her. Or even know of her. She was a beautiful, young, successful woman who at a glance