“Where the hell is my god-damn pillow?” The husband questioned. “How should I know, it’s your pillow.” The wife answered. “Exactly.” “What?” “Precisely.” “You know
My little girl pleaded for me not to go. That was the hardest moment of my life, looking down at those big blue teary eyes,
I had the pleasure of working on this piece with Tara over at Caribou Crossings. If you are not a follower of her work I
I would give everything to you if I thought it would make any difference. You can have it all, I’ve held on to it long
And sometimes we adopt these casualties as if they were our own, in the darkest of times, during the only thing we know as real.
The door opens. “Oh my god, the smell is horrible.” “I told you, I didn’t know what to do with it.” “Christ, how long ago