Apagone
I was excited about planning for my trip to the Dominican Republic. It had been a few short months since I’d broken up with the love of my life, and I desperately needed to get away from it all. In fact, running would become my obsession, and me? I can run fast. Well, usually. Continue reading →
The waiting room was a wall of miserable, silent faces. All were attempting to sneak a peak beyond the expired magazines–trying desperately to size each other up and see who was the merriest whore in the room. Continue reading →
“If your baggage is anything like mine, it is spiteful, relentless, and quite the dose of nasty when it’s not getting enough attention.”
