Until we deal with the fear, the stench will remain; a constant reminder of the rottenness at the core.
“Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until 75.” -Benjamin Franklin It was the damndest thing. I was at the mall, eeling my way through a school of teenagers when I heard a snatch of conversation between two boys that stopped me dead in the water: “Dude, she’s like 40 years old! That’s like... Continue Reading →
THE CATERPILLAR GIRL She was going nowhere, this caterpillar girl. Every day the same. Inching along her barren branch. Trying to make sense of a pointless world. Every day she would wake up and do it all again. And every night it seemed that she was no closer to her goal (whatever that might be... Continue Reading →