Some things must change. Me first.
It turns out, I complete me.
Life’s tests usually in essay format.
One hot flash from a meltdown.
Fifty-three and I’m a calendar girl.
NYE’s Resolution: finish last year’s resolution.
Arm is sore from holding mistletoe.
(via Six-Word Memoirs on Love & Heartbreak at SMITH Magazine)
Better open presents before it happens.










