Proper

I wish I had grace; that my tongue dripped silver and spun sugar instead of jagged, cut glass. I wish my feet fell like autumn leaves on the breeze and not haphazard horseshoes in a lawn game. I am cumbersome, burdensome, too much and then some. I can’t be proper or perfect… just simply enough.

Smokin’ Aces

The NY City Council is voting to ban smoking in all city parks, marinas, boardwalks, AND Times Square. And I’m baffled. I’m not pulling out pom-poms to be like, “Smoking Yay!” and claim that it’s this wonderful thing folks should be allowed to do. Of course it’s bad for you. Duh. But it’s still legal.… Read More Smokin’ Aces