Slowing down? No, I tell myself, it’s just that the streets are in need of repair and it takes longer to avoid the potholes and uneven spots
I remember that my husband mentioned something about fiddling with my phone yesterday. I should have taken him more seriously
Will my own issues forever get in the way of what I dream to be, inadvertently hurting those I seek to help?
The blanket may have been done, but that was far too much yarn to throw away
Is that how it’s going to be now? Life divided into before and after?
I’m wicked, but I want to sleep. Be quiet, baby