We as people, make life so much more complicated for others than what it really should be. We light our torches and sharpen our pitchforks as we gather around at the local flea market and prepare to judge everyone who isn't like 'us.'
I had two Fathers. No, this was not a situation where both of my fathers were lovers nor was I an adopted child to two men who wanted one of their own. One father was the one who taught me how to bait my own fishing pole, drive… Continue reading My Two Fathers Are Better Than One
So as I was exchanging comments on a post that I read over at Writings Of A Single Girl about a set of her friends, it dawned on me. Isn't it weird how you can be friends for over 14 years with a person and know them like the back of your hand. They're… Continue reading Mixing Friends is like Oil & Water