Hello my heart. I find myself less than a week away from your second birthday, with a lot on my mind and difficulty articulating it (which is unusual for your mom). 593 more words
I spent the day working in Williamsburg, Brooklyn in what seemed like an animated cartoon strip.
Everywhere you looked, there were pregnant women about to deliver, endowed with breasts of massive proportions, plastered with tats, as they call tattoos down on 8th Street. 298 more words