We Had a Fire. We’re Fine. But We Had A Fire.

What if- when I'd opened the oven door and fed those flames of Hades more breath, it all went to hell in dinner's bread-basket?


Here’s What Happens When Love is Louder Than Hate

If hate is liar liar, pants on fire, love is the smothering blanket to put it out and let us all get back to the business of living large in favor of each other, not tearing each other apart.