I started seeing the art of taking one’s life in a very attractive light, right before Christmas, at the age of 11.
The woman who loves me lost both her parents. My mom lost a tooth when my father touched her with his fist, because the kitchen knife failed to hit her.
Three years ago, in a creative writing class, I was given a writing assignment that has since stayed with me: Go home and write a memoir in 6 words; no more, no less.
Being an adult is scary and confusing but there’s nothing like being the boss of your own time. What do I do now?
Sometimes the hardest part was convincing the heart and mind that we’re on the same side. We were always on the same side.
So if you will, take a step back with me and lets look at conservatives and liberals and what makes them different, yet the same.
Keep growing. Keep waiting for that day that fabled teenage sex-drive kicks in for you and you find the opposite sex irresistible. Keep waiting.
I don’t know Trump personally, but I do know firsthand the damage caused by a controlling, misogynistic, manipulative, racist gaslighter.
Trump campaign manager Kellyanne Conway insists that the election polls are MacGyvered in favor of Killary. Apparently, probability theory doesn’t apply to The Donald.
How many times in our life do the seconds matter?