Every August used to mean a new start. Why doesn't it now?
Crap, y’all… this is a pathetic story. Not in the typical Sherry had to be carried home from the bar or fell in love with her Starbuck’s barista kind of way. Its pathetic in a truly sad and loser kind... Continue Reading →
For almost 34 years now my mother, affectionately know to me as Big Sara, has tried to teach me proper grammar. She has tried to teach me a million other things, too, but this has been her most difficult lesson.... Continue Reading →
