When I was a little girl, I had a yellow blanket that I slept with every night. The blanket had, at one time, been a heated blanket because there were little pockets where the elements must have been. It had one of those satin ribbon edges and I absolutely loved rubbing the satin edge on …
The Battle is Not Yours
Revenge can be so tempting. The urge to hurt those that hurt us can be so overwhelming, especially when people kick us at our most vulnerable. I've been there. I've wanted to have the last ugly word, the last snarly laugh, and the last dig. I've wanted to give people an ounce of the mess …
Messpot Diaries 