The Révélation I’ve Had: Guess It Was My Not-So-Secret Tryst
Dear Diary, I just need to go to church for a second after the night I’ve had. I just need to shout some “hallelujahs” and some “glory glory” up in here right now.… Continue reading
Dear Diary, I just need to go to church for a second after the night I’ve had. I just need to shout some “hallelujahs” and some “glory glory” up in here right now.… Continue reading
This is the first time in the history of my life – yes, those very long 2 decades – that I have not been home to share a Thanksgiving meal with my family.… Continue reading
Dear Diary, I can explain the dead eyes and poorly-styled hair … in the mugshot. It’s not what it sounds like… More importantly though, somebody is running around with my body. I promise… Continue reading
“Paris est mon toilette.” The hair-frazzled, beard tangled, metro-bench-as-bed man laughed as he pissed in front of the metro’s vending machine. He continued his public draining as I walked pass…only to hear the… Continue reading
My wallet is a dandelion in the hands of a little girl. Just for fun, let’s call her Paris. She thinks it’s quite lovely to gaze at the dandelion with its fluffy novelty… Continue reading
So I’ve tried to get off my lazy butt as many opportunities as possible to experience France before rain and snow tag team to put the country in a chokehold. Here’s the list… Continue reading
Hey Folks, Thanks for following, reading and laughing your butt off with me so far! Great to know people in my life and in the virtual world care about what I think and… Continue reading
And I don’t “SMH” lightly. Do you know what’s worse than a professor who uses you to bump up his sales? It’s the professor who publicizes his blog as recommended reading during every… Continue reading