I Stare At Her For A Long

With A Secret Like That, At Some Point The Secret Itself Becomes Irrelevant. The Fact That You Kept It Does Not.

Being The Survivor Stinks.

Dear God. Not Only Am I Unemployed And Homeless, But I Also Have A Pregnant Woman, Bereaved Dog, Elephant, And Eleven Horses To Take Care Of.

...poking A Lump Of Red Jello That Jiggles Outrageously, Like A Breast I Once Knew.

They Grew Fat And Happy--the Horses, Not The Children, Or Marlena For That Matter.