My mouth. Ohhh, my mouth. When I was a little girl, my grandma taught me how to use a needle and thread; how I wish I could take a needle and thread and use it to sew up my own pie-hole. Yes, my very own open trap that doesn’t seem to know when to keep… Continue reading Just… Shut Up.
I could see the tears welling up in her eyes as I scolded her: “How many times have I told you not to do that?? We go through this every day! Over and over, I ask you not to do this, yet the behavior continues, and you get in trouble, every time! When are you… Continue reading When Your Heart is Weary, But You Still Have to Forgive