Mini Skirts, Side Salads & Religion

I ate meat accidentally on Wednesday. I was with a party who hadn't realized there was meat hidden in a dish. I was mortified when it was discussed afterward and it seemed everyone knew-- apart from me, although it was announced that I was a vegetarian in the beginning. Everyone seemed to smile at me... Continue Reading →

Mystic: An excerpt from Porridge: A Memoir

A friend of mine was a cancer patient and nearly kissed death. I ask her about her journey, and her scars. And she smiles willingly to share, her experiences. She doesn't drink nor smoke. And never will. But I do. I bought my first pack on Saturday, smoked five and woke up still drink on... Continue Reading →

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