And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 23)

    LaShawn listened with neither a word nor a judgmental look for ten minutes while I expressed my bamboozlement and displeasure. I marched about the living room, frustration causing my arms to flail and my voice to reach shrieking pitch at least thrice (that’s one, Rory). At the end of my miserable tirade, LaShawn just... Continue Reading →

Poem: Morning Coffee

This morning I woke from pleasant dreams, To the wafting scent of roasted beans. The kettle boiled and sounded it's call, I heard the whistle from down the hall.   I put my old robe on over my trunks, To the friendly clink of coffee cups. Now, I don't mind a noisy home, But I... Continue Reading →

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