Confessions of a Writer

writerI had the strangest dream the other night.¬† I woke up only remembering parts of it and hazy remnants of events surrounding those moments. I hate not being able to remember dreams. Continue reading →

Confessions Of A School Teacher

When someone says I have a confession to make I pull out the popcorn and get comfortable, because¬†I know things are about to get real. Continue reading →