8211; craving self-control, but not just yet. Does This Look Like Happy To You? Baby J was tumbling around the living room like a mad man. He was high as a kite after consuming half the contents of his Halloween treat bag. His father, sitting next to me on the couch, studied his son like he was dissecting a frog. It was funny as hell. 8220;Shut it, dude. 8220;Why so perplexed? 8220;Will he stop? 8221; he asked.

The adventures of a mother; a wife; a creature of Earth; a Trekkie.

It was an early autumn morning when she knew she was in love. That courageous word had been swimming through her head for almost a week. The smell of a perfectly handcrafted Caramel Macchiato from Starbucks stings her nose as she sits in her night class learning about nutritional needs for the body.

9 Destinations, six pints of various ciders, one cocktail, a fishbowl, 6 jagerbombs, one vodka lemonade and several sips of other peoples drinks. The you without the blurred edges. Close enough, miles away. On The path I had paved. 9 Destinations, six pints of various ciders, one cocktail, a fishbowl, 6 jagerbombs, one vodka lemonade and several sips of other peoples drinks. Where moments of a touch, a brush of a hoodie or a conversation that has managed .