There is not a break in life. I find myself saying yes to everything and wanting more. I find myself working hard and still wanting to create at the end of the day. I love this. I get this from my father. He would work all day at the post office then come home, put … Continue reading I am one and the same, I am useful and strange.
One night, a year ago? six months ago?, I was having a stress-filled time. I broke. I was doing just too much and I cracked. I was drinking wine out of one of our fancy stemless wine glasses, breaking, bitching about my sad self and how it couldn’t deal. I came into the kitchen, where … Continue reading it all in that moment.