Rusty

If I had a dog, maybe that’s what I could name him. But for now, I’d have to let “rusty” refer to me. (Rusty for “getting rusty with my writing”)- – – – – – – – – – – – – – -

It’s been a couple of weeks since I [...]

the curse of being an Eve

I start this post with no idea how it’s going to end. My only motivation for blogging tonight is the thought that visited me this afternoon while enduring mild stomach cramps.
Salty. I need to eat something salty. Oh, the curse of being an Eve!
Do men ever get stabbed by out-of-nowhere desire for something salty, [...]