TUMS at 3:30 a.m.

It's an ungodly hour of the morning and I am standing in the kitchen working my tongue around the chalky disposition of my third antacid tablet. Stumbling sleepily back to the corner cabinet where the remedies for all sorts of ailments are stored, I return the well-used bottle and grasp my lower back to give... Continue Reading →

Main Street

There's something comforting about knowing that you always have a place to come back to. It's been well over a year, and as is my way, I disappeared. But I always return. I've embraced the notion that I'm always going to be like an ocean wave— forever changing, shifting, growing, shrinking, pulling back, coming just... Continue Reading →

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