Hold me in your arms as we watch the world burn. Kiss me to the edge of the apocalypse. Touch me like I'm the last you'll ever touch. Touch me like I'll never be touched again. Just touch me. Feel my heart, and let me know I'm alive. Seduce me with whispers of could-have-beens. Tell me we have … Continue reading Love Song with Armageddon
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Dear Santa, We've been naughty. We elected a woman-degrading, racist-appeasing, megalomaniac to be President of the United States. There are many reasons this happened some understandable, some vile. I wouldn't blame you for removing the United States from your Christmas Eve flight plan altogether this year, but just in case you decide we are worthy of … Continue reading A letter to Santa from Trump’s America
Hello, internet friend! We've had some great virtual times haven't we? We are both so passionate about that one thing, and it has really brought us together. I look forward to seeing your comments on my posts and being able to comment on yours. Mostly. To be honest, as I've started paying closer attention I've realized that I'm … Continue reading I don’t think I’d like you in real life
It started with my boy. Nothing too disgusting. A high fever and achiness. When his fever remained high even while taking medication we consulted the pediatrician. The doctor said my son just needed to let the fever run its course. He also warned that this thing my boy had was going around and was highly contagious. … Continue reading Everyone else in my house has been sick
I wanted to write a blog post tonight, but I didn't have anything I wanted to write about. Luckily tonight is Blogapalooz-Hour. At 9 PM our dogged ChicagoNow Community Manager Jimmy gave us all a writing prompt, and we bloggers were challenged to write a post and publish it exactly one hour later at 10 PM. Perfect. The kids are already … Continue reading Jimmy, I hope you like this post more than I liked your writing prompt
Kim Z. Dale 