I like to rearrange, change, reconstruct, and readjust. I do it all the time. Why in the past four years I’ve shaved my head bald twice. I’m talking Buddha bald. Just. Like. That. I gained eighty pounds, hiding my once… Read More ›
divorce
Carry
Carry. I was carried once on my Father’s shoulders. He was a tall man, a handsome man, and a giant in my eyes before I learned better. I only remember it ever having occurred, my riding high on his shoulders… Read More ›
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