He immersed himself in small fascinations because they possessed the quality of cosmic slingshots; they traversed the narrow passages of ordinary days with mighty catapults whose earnest plead wed dreams to the hopeless places. He learned to understand life beyond his years out of necessity. And as such he learned that to entertain lost causes… Continue reading The shape of angels
Seeing as how the search for the perfect Cuban sandwich was such a tasty success, me and Linds B will be diving back into another "Search" series in the near future. Our next adventure? Tacos. Figuring out the next food choice wasn't easy . . . there were countless hours of painstaking research that went… Continue reading Coming Soon: The Next Chapter in our tasty “Search” series . . .
With apologies to W.C. Fields, it had to be Philadelphia. Over the last several months, our search for the perfect Cubano saw me and Linds B make our way through a solidly righteous collection of foodie towns from Harrisburg and Reading to Lancaster and Elizabethtown. But when we decided it was high time to… Continue reading Running the “Philly Special” in our Search for the perfect Cuban sandwich
He walks a few paces ahead of her and it might as well be a million miles because you can almost hear his mind working on getaway plans. He's got the kind of vibe that relies on muscle memory, passionless. He's wearing a collared white shirt and faded jeans and a look on his face… Continue reading Scenes in a Target
Why does Monday feel like an accident? It's like we're cruising down the interstate inside a couple days supplied to us by Don Henley and the next thing we know, a day comes out of nowhere to sideswipes our asses. And the worst part is, our insurance won't cover the damage since the day really… Continue reading Living Monday like a rock concert
By Ali Clark Your soul is made of stars... I dream in constellations of you. Your fingers leave trails of stardust; your kisses - black holes.The cosmos dust your cheeks leaving a spattering of freckles to fill my night sky. Let me dance in your moonlight and swim in your milky ways. I could drown… Continue reading Come Fly With Me
By Linds B. I was determined. I had to push myself out of my shell. In my mind it was the only way I was going to move forward. So there I was, on my way to Portland to explore the west coast. Before my leaving, I had one final therapy appointment, to which I… Continue reading My Mental Story- Some Final Thoughts