I make no promises other than to say I will try. In an effort to “show up daily,” as one of my new favorite writers and bloggers encourages, I have decided to make each day of the week a different kind of post. This, I
There is something brewing inside of me. Metaphorically, I mean. It is welling, up, and up, like a hot-air ballon. I can feel fire inside, churning and pushing, burning toward the sky. If it could speak it would be yelling: Well? When are you going
“Brunch?” He nodded. I’d never been to the 5 Cent Diner before, but my roommate Les had. He said it was the kind of place you go to get comfort food, and that probably a lot of people go there after partying the night before.