When I was in high school I read a poem by Dorothy Parker called Resume about the methods of suicide and this poem burrowed its way into my head and never let go. This poem led to the most morbid mother-daughter research project to ever occur. For months we researched the different methods of suicide… Continue reading You Might As Well Live
Or maybe that's just called a realist...I'm not sure. When I was in middle school my best friend's mom decided she didn't like me because I was too pessimistic and it was a bad influence on her daughter. In reality we were both hitting puberty and the fun rush of hormones was playing havoc with… Continue reading I’m Pessimistically Optimistic
So, there I was innocently driving home from work just like any other Friday when I noticed everyone in my lane was merging over. This is peculiar behavior so I started looking for construction signs or the cop car when the car directly in front of me merged and I saw the car half a… Continue reading It was on Fire!