You're not possessive, at least not so far, but when I set a risqué post to draft- I realized I was curating my smut. That perhaps we have something going that I don't want to risk fucking up. This cursed blog has always been a corner for unedited musings, reckless abandon, and the heart-on-my-sleeve ramblings... Continue Reading →

I dreamt of my mother last night. I had foster children and she was helping me move them into the house. It was wonderful, she was a great help. I bounced a boy on my hip. Maybe it's because I wrapped the gifts for my godchildren before bed? Who knows. But mom was there, we... Continue Reading →