When you’re hungry, but you know if you get up to fix something you’ll wake up your sleeping husband and the cat, so you just sit and slowly starve to death.
Life through the lens of a Baltimorean quaintrelle
Writer | Blogger | Funny Guy
Fine Art Photography
It's a long way to the store
Notes on a napkin
Just another Allberry site and opinions
To travel is to take a journey into yourself...
Enjoying God's green earth. Especially the English bit.
and peculiar ponderings...
Navigating the second half of my life
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A Dialogue between Poets
... meaningless observations from a half-deaf introvert navigating cancer and the noise all you other people make
poems | essays | photographs
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
It started when I gave up smoking and went from there!