Lost Treasure

In the hunt for my old Harry Potter books for my 10-year-old daughter, I discovered a lost treasure. Long before I had kids, I had books. Lots of them. They went more places with me than my first husband. And then two thousand diapers, two kids, 4 houses, and a divorce later, I was digging … Continue reading Lost Treasure

The Ad Man

I don’t want to be that man who sells ads on benches. Although a respectable profession, I really think it would make my depression much worse. Bartending appears to be my career as of now. It is a sales-type of position, I guess, but the alcohol suppresses my depression into vacation mode, so I’m alright … Continue reading The Ad Man