Oh, man. I can look back now and smile; but then? Then I was sweating. It was cool within the air conditioned room, but I was sweating. I was shaky and unsure and scared and yep… all the thannngs. I couldn't breath. The air was sucked from me. In fact… I felt like throwing up. … Continue reading A Street Named Straight
I don’t like to admit my relationship to food very often, because, well… It’s a struggle. Food was always my “go to” for comfort. It was my “feel good” when life was hard. The “soother” to my woes. The “forget it all” to my problems. The straight shot to the epi center of my brain … Continue reading The lie of empty.