In a recent conversation with my daughter we talked about what textures or sounds bring us comfort or sooth us on stormy days. For her

The Musings Of A Bohemian Frog
In a recent conversation with my daughter we talked about what textures or sounds bring us comfort or sooth us on stormy days. For her
Pain. Excruciating pain. Deep sorrow. Inadequacy. Therapy is a bitch and I won’t let anyone convince me otherwise. It is a difficult but necessary journey
As you can imagine, I didn’t get much sleep last night. Between Champagne’s snoring and a restless Kessy who couldn’t quite settle down, my sleep
First comes the wound, then the bleeding, shortly thereafter the pain surfaces, and then we have to make a choice. Do you leave it open
I’ve burned a lot of bridges in my life, and quite frankly I am sick and tired of doing so. In many cases it was
No matter what corner of the earth I run away to, the ghosts that haunt me and monsters that keep me awake at night will