My Memoirs

Some funny, Some heavy, Some sweet

Celebrating Sisterhood

It was end of winter at the park. I saw three women walking - heads down, hands in pockets of their jackets. They were walking briskly. I passed them a couple of times. They were good friends, that much I could tell. It was plainly clear that one of them was...

‘Peacing out’ for a Spell

It's not that I don't enjoy a light/easy girls' night out with friends - ones I hope to get closer with down the line, ones I've not seen in awhile that I genuinely miss.  It's not that. It's that I'm ugly-tired and time alone is really scarce, and I don't even bounce...