Introducing Myself to Strangers, Away From Home

My critic, my monster, is me. Or, rather, parts of me that I don’t invite around anymore. The part that still smokes or still hopes that any man around will take a liking to me. The part that spends too much money or throws my belongings around. The part that can’t fight off a nearing cold quick enough to avoid it altogether. And also the … Continue reading Introducing Myself to Strangers, Away From Home