How do I get off this Roller Coaster with money?

When I was a young girl I used to love going to Darien Lake and riding the Viper. I would ride that roller coaster over and over. I just couldn't get enough of it - the thrills, the squeals, and the sensation of my heart dropping into my belly. Then, sometime around 12 years old, … Continue reading How do I get off this Roller Coaster with money?

{a poem} Flat Forehead and a Smile

I look in the mirror, What do I see? To my surprise it’s a frown, staring back at me.   What’s this? I ask, How can it be? Unrecognizable. Foreign. Is that really me?   And those lines resting high, at the top of my face. They must come with that frown, defining its meaning, … Continue reading {a poem} Flat Forehead and a Smile