I can not stand myself today. I sit here, fingers tapping on my desk, looking at a blank screen and wait for the words to come.
Music has meaning for most of us.
Who am I? I think I know. I mean on paper I’m a lot of different things.
My son is approaching 18 this year. He’s funny as hell, but of course he doesn’t say cute things anymore like, “Mommy come wipe my butt,” or “Mommy! I went pee-pee!”