Dusk’s magical lighting fell over the manicured grounds, so at first, I thought it was a baby bat. It was on the pavement, so close to the lush
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Just because I make surgery look good does not mean I ever want to have another one. I mean, have you seen such great IV’s, thumbs ups, and hospital
“We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.” -Robert Louis Stevenson Mountains. Weed. Coors Light.
The first time I felt the icy prick of panic was during the summer, in a restaurant with my family. The hairs stood on my neck and back, I was shaking, my body was chilly, but sweating with fear. Terror trickled down my spine. (Click title to read more).
At age ten I sat in my family’s dining room perusing the glutinous treats that were spread across the table. Father Michael, our family priest (I am Irish and
When the website name came to me, I shot the idea off to a few of my trusted friends. One being Julie; my BFF, one of my Hawkmates, and a practiced blogger. Julie is honest with me, transparent to the core. (Click above to read more).