I can remember that moment, I was just a small girl listening to my parent’s argue–when my penchant for “earning love” announced itself. Maybe “announced” is the wrong term. It was more like, it’s necessity became evident. My father had come home after a night of drinking and he was …

It has been so long since I’ve written, that I almost forgot how to spell “succulent Spring”. I also almost forgot how to write. However, death and dying sets an alarm for no one, so here we are, post intense-grieving, laptop in hand. Hey, I’m learning how to be nicer …