how I am

"How are you?" This is a dangerous question, today. On the way to work, my knuckles, already OCD-torn, cracked and bleeding, are white with strain. I pinch my nose. I do all the things I know to keep my mascara on my eyelashes, not all over my face. It isn't easy, because today marks exactly … Continue reading how I am

Stars

On the 18th, ten years and one day since Papa died, Gramma followed.  I loved them both very, very much.  ...There isn't a way to express how much.  I got to have more time with my grandmother. Anyone who loses someone who formed and shaped their life with love knows there is no such thing … Continue reading Stars