Stories are pieced together strangely. I can tell you a story about a hero. She saved many children by keeping them away from harm. She may have used violence to stop her enemies, but the children were always safe at the end of the day. She gave the most she could and never asked for … Continue reading Which side of the story?
Another friend jumps up and down while I sit chained to a seat. Just another one really. It happens so much now that I have a blurred image of how it. One friend sends numerous question marks my way, shocked she could even be accepted to win. Another jumps off the bed and runs towards … Continue reading Late bloomers unite