Starting over is hard at any point in your life, but especially at 40. I had some regrets about my choices at university. Insert English degree joke here. I pursued an English degree so that I could teach Victorian literature. I even moved from my small town to North Texas to enroll in grad school... Continue Reading →
I aspire to do everything with good intentions but end up with my good intentions on the shit end of the stick. I try to better myself so much that I fall for self-help scams and online gurus. Because of this I’m even deeper in debt and those money manifestation exercises aren’t paying off because... Continue Reading →
Picking wild blackberries,New life abounds in the heat. I had little care of the dirt in my shoesAnd the scratching of thorns on my bare legs as I climbThrough the bramble to pluck and eat, violet stains on the tipsOf my fingers like a fresh kill. I wander still through the thicket. The honeysuckle in... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 