Fireflies

Last night my daughter and I walked to the mailbox, it was around 9:30 PM. I wanted to show her the long way around that I usually walk in the mornings that takes me to a view of a blue heron that is usually fishing for its breakfast. It hasn’t been there in the last…

Master Siphon

When I find myself drifting into believing that the Fuckface cheater and skank whore will have a happily ever after, I remind myself that this is the very man who habitually misdirected and blundered every two-car parade he was assigned grand marshal. And this is the woman, who has been married and divorced three times,…