There was a book in me. Conception occurred, beginning a beautiful nine-month writing journey.
On the scroll of social media
That your life sucks
“You look fine, there’s no blood.”
With a nutritious soft kiss………
“I don’t have much time left on earth, Joey. Cancer is eating my body and it will stop working.” My mother told me when I was seven.
Monday seemed so far away on Friday, but at 2 Alice’s Coffee Lounge in Cornwall-On-Hudson, New York, the cycle begins again.
“Stop calling their vagina a flower.” Advises an article online from Vice.com. “Vaginas are no more like flowers than penises are like popsicles. A better comparison would be like…pie? Tacos? Hotdog buns?”