A frustrated writer, who is her own worst enemy.

Random thoughts on my journey through my second childhood. Well, two of those statements were true. I will find the Philadelphia story was untrue. She was taken aback, and then replied that, yes, she WAS adopted. She proceeded to tell her birth date. It matched, along with the city, and the hospital. My family member was sure she was my twin and we just had to have been separated at birth. My brother, David, who is also ado.

TEDIOUS COMPLAINTS AND PETTY GRIEVANCES. How they ruined The Guardians of The Galaxy and all other big budget modern movies. The titular question showed up from an anonymous source in my priva.

A head is an awful place to live. This seems to be the time of year when exhaustion, apathy and wtf all collide in a perfect storm inside my head. It happens every so often. Nothing for me to do but ride the wave and find my moments where I can. On the bright side, it finally feels like spring here.

Turning Tears and Laughter into Words. Sonia is my first guest on Hastywords in quite awhile. Please give her a warm welcome and help her share her story. Would we have found The truth of who we are Had we not sliced them Gut to throat with hone.

This waiting shit is for the birds. Who ever thought two weeks could take so long? Two weeks to find out if all the money spent and being poked and prodded paid off. Two weeks to find out if there is a little tiny person kickin it in the womb. Speaking of wombs, the term.