My Christmas Present To Lizette. And Myself. A Moratorium On The Word “Stupid.”

heartIt started as a vision I had one morning this summer on our road trip. I woke up before daybreak in the steamy Florida gulf, hung over from one too many rum runners the day before. In my hypnagogic dream state, my brain was a big puffy cinnamon roll, except instead of streaks of delicious cinnamon crusting the folds, my brain was smeared with lines […]