Glory Box

I remember everything.Every. Single. Thing.All the things I never should have committed to memory.I remember every touch. Every ripple of laughter unfurling from my open smile. Every lean in that made my breath catch in my throat. All the comfortable silences. The things I instinctively knew before we uttered them. The melodies of every song … Continue reading Glory Box

Paying for Prostitutes, Flaccid Penises, and War: Your Tax Dollars at Work

I can’t help but wonder sometimes just how stupid people think we are. It seems, to varying degrees, but certainly more intensely during the election cycles that grow longer and longer with each campaign, that people in positions of power and prestige think we will buy whatever it is they polish into a pretty PR … Continue reading Paying for Prostitutes, Flaccid Penises, and War: Your Tax Dollars at Work