Let me preface this by saying that I may come back to this for more details at some other point. I left my notebook in the car and I’m damn tired. Upon arriving at my grandmother’s house, she already had my martini ingredients out. She’s a wonderful lady. I only ate two jars of olives there… well, maybe three. She made spaghetti for us, and although I requested she put some aside for me before she added the meat, she forgot. Then she told me to pick out the noodles away from...
Its been one year since MeliaLore took off as my personal chronicle. I was dealing with some heavy issues about my own sexuality, childhood abuse and I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I needed to start writing again. The Q encouraged me to start the blog, and we all know I do whatever The Q says to do Within a few months, after beginning my first semester back in school, I felt a change happen. I was no longer conflicted about myself as much, and I had insight after insight thrown at...
I’ve been through Virginia, Maryland, West Va, Pennsylvania, West Va (again, and no, I wasn’t lost), Ohio, Kentucky (Dinosaur World!), Tennessee and now… Arkansas. I have consumed 5 different coffee energy drinks in the 3 days of driving it took me to get here. I have seen a whole lot of bathrooms in a whole lot of cities, one of which even had a framed motivational poster hung on the wall that said, “TEAMWORK.” What a weird country. There is a time vortex about two...
