Writing: the Gateway Drug

Writing: the Gateway Drug

My hands hit the keyboard again and I felt as though they haven’t touched these rows of hard plastic in over twenty years. I write everyday whether the sun is shining or the cold and heavy showers of rain hurl down on top of me, but I feel as though this isn’t enough. It’s as [...]

A Place to Rent

A Place to Rent

There was never the right combination of cheap and sane that existed in a place until I found the veggie co-op—or so I thought.