Spitting Mad

She remained glued to the bench, daring the Yeller to approach – almost hungry for an altercation. “Bring it on, bitch,” she thought…

Honestly, Y’all

A few weeks ago, I wrote what most deemed to be a pretty dark post. It wasn’t meant to be dark. It wasn’t a cry for help. At least, I don’t think it was… But several of my blog readers reached out to make sure I wasn’t crying into my beer with a shotgun in…