"FRANKLY, MR. SHANKLY, I'M A SICKENING WRECK"

Here I am on most days. Writing, focusing...



And, here I am the past few days, knowing my family reunion is this weekend.



The best part? Where my grandmother will push her hands on my forehead and tell me not to do that so I can avoid wrinkles. Little does she know I earned those lines. To cool my jets, I'm touching up my magenta stripes. Few things put me at ease like authenticity. And, few things make me crazy like a lack thereof.