I'm proud of the stories I write... End.
I still have nightmares. I wake up in confusion and cold sweats unable to distinguish reality from the dreams. I see figures in the dark, they move and motion towards me. I try and blink them away, or shake them out of sight or squint them into focus. It does not work. They remain, standing... Continue Reading →
I dropped my son off at school... Late. He's late, I'm about to be late. It's a Monday. Things are as relatively as bad as they could be for a non-life threatening scenario of first world problems. And for that reason I'm trying not to stress over something that in the big scheme of things,... Continue Reading →