Pg. 25

A script, written back in the day by me, was based on real people close very to me. This script never saw the light of day. However, I still feel the need to acknowledge the blatant asshole I now see in my young and “expressive” self. Having gained some perspective on motherhood since, as well as some knowledge of the cluster fuck of mishaps and pain that life can throw at someone; A woman who feels like she is dying on the inside and who is perceived as a disaster most days on the outside as well, but is still … Continue reading Pg. 25