Wren
Six o'clock in the morning found me staring at my bra and wondering just how I was going to put it on without taking off my hoodie and exposing my flesh to the frigid winter air.
Six o'clock in the morning found me staring at my bra and wondering just how I was going to put it on without taking off my hoodie and exposing my flesh to the frigid winter air.
I was making coffee at 7am on a Wednesday morning when my husband came downstairs to tell me that my brother Joel had killed himself.
This morning, I found a spot on my washcloth that smelled like really good pot.
Even though it was lodged somewhere in the bowels of the toilet, we could still hear it chirping.