a tribute

When someone you love dies, you live for a while by a different code. Days are about survival, and the proximity of tissue boxes. You become that guy – the person crying in the produce section, running red lights, and swearing at the banker. When I got the call I was sitting in a coffee shop, praying don’t judge me. […]

chop chop

I’ve been doing a lot of shaking my head and dancing and squealing today. Becaaaaaaaause I got a big fat haircut. Ten inches. Boom. Gone. I feel like a new woman. It was a little bit mushroom when she first blow dried it, but it’s calmed down to normal person hair. Thank the good Lord. […]