are, once in a while, good for me.
They remind me that I am stronger than I think and that gives me confidence.
Confidence makes me manic, which is my baseline normal. 67 more words
As May drew to a close, my husband, sister, and I spent three days in Florida. The trip was not a vacation. It was a last-minute plan to visit an ailing family member, a guy who likes to make people laugh and fuck with complete strangers in airports in a non-TSA-violation way. 1,259 more words