In the windblown cockpit, my battered self-confidence finally gave way. I felt unable to try anymore. In all my unsuccessful attempts to be useful, I’d rendered myself useLESS.
Self Improvement
The Duke and Duchess of Prom
He seemed the perfect candidate to be my prom date – not popular enough to reject me, and free of excess nasal mucus.
Job search: Military spouses make do with doo doo
I was unlicensed, unemployed, and desperate for a job to pay my humongous student loan debts.
I fought the lawn. The lawn won.
Exhausted and seizing in pain, I collect my garden tools, checking behind me to see if I’ve left my vertebrae, meniscus, or uterus on the lawn somewhere.
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets