Here Slums the Bride

A mini-rant about a major problem. How about we stop pointing fingers at one part of the body, and hold out a helping hand to the other.

Pounding Heads & Bleeding Hearts

When I have a headache, I basically become an amoeba. If I'm not at home wrapped up in bed, then there's a good chance that I'm not wasting any energy on smiling or talking or ... anything. If I am at home, then I'm lying as still as a possom in the presence of its predator. … Continue reading Pounding Heads & Bleeding Hearts