Tag: Bondo

When you start writing your mind is loud with song and poetry. You think, huh, I will hold the pen and hum to the tune of Shakespeare and

The plane dips. Then it comes back up again for air. My heart sinks. My soul jumps to my throat. I mouth it back. I’m not ready to

I have been waiting for her for a bit over two hours now. I had thought of cancelling this tryst. I had looked into the mirror and thought,

I should have listened to my friend Shila when she told me that when your mother-in-law is too good to you there is usually something wrong with the