My Cardboard Balcony

Let's shift gears for a bit, shall we? Let's focus on something a little more superficial, a little less significant to the grand scheme of the universe and this little speck of dust that we call an inhabitable planet. Let's not talk about the orange man and his fascist regime and his slippery pussy-grabbing grip on the country I used to love so dearly. I think we'd all benefit from some sort of tangent for the time being. And while we're at it, let's not talk about my writing, either. I've done a lot of whining about my writing - or lack thereof - in regards to larger projects. The bottom line is: I'm busy as a teacher, I have projects underway either solo or with friends, and I'm still updating my blog. Signed, sealed, delivered. Done. So instead, let's talk about something totally different. Something more personal and aesthetic to me. Namely: How I view myself as a potentially attractive person. I have fairly low self-esteem when it com

My Heart Went Boom! by Belinda Roddie I tried to bottle love, but it was rather...explosive.

The two sisters walked into the car shop to find it in complete disrepair. Their father hadn't taken care of the place in his old age, nor had his hired mechanics, who had been paid so meagerly that their morale was obliterated, and they felt no need to keep the business running smoothly. Sarah and Laura both knew what they had to do. They stripped off their jackets, pulled on some gloves, and got to work.