these pieces….

I wonder sometimes where my last piece will fall. Surely my essence, my soul, my love, my heart is not contained in a fist-sized little organ beating beneath my chest. If it was, I would already be gone. But I wonder, on drives to work, sitting alone on my couch on Saturday mornings drinking coffee, …

so….here it is. This is 40.

This is what 40 feels like to me. First I would like to say with 100% honesty I never dreamed I would make it to 40. I figured with all I had been through physically, mentally, emotionally...I just wouldn't be here. Let's face it, there are not a lot of single, childhood abused, teenage, homeless, …