By: Shea Gardner I have never considered myself a storyteller so this is a first for me. I […]
This morning I took the train to work. A few stops in it got crowded and I felt […]
It’s time to play my own game. A game of truth and dare.
Before I knew it, I had an abundance of debt. An overwhelming, unrealistic amount of debt. A debt that had enough 0’s it seemed to belong to Oprah. But it was all mine.
There’s only one word that I know is in the definition of burnout. Scared.
“One day a light bulb went off in my head (or possibly my nether regions) wasn’t I also deriving pleasure from this type of foreplay and sex? Weren’t my orgasms suddenly and brilliantly intensified and genuine?”
Who is looking out for the tough girls?
I’m not sure if the love I always dreamt of was ever present in any of the relationships I’ve had in my lifetime.
I don’t miss anyone as much as I miss who I once was when I looked in the mirror.
“Yes, I am allowed to pick and choose what I divulge to others. And, as a matter of fact, I’m allowed to change my mind.”