Beautiful Yet Tragic.

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. I finally get it, the time my Aunt Lesa said she'd redo her thirties in a heartbeat, but had zero desire to do over her twenties. Life is good, so good. But it is so incredibly hard at the same damn time. I …

Work.

I have a ridiculous amount of work to be doing, and although I realize because of this I shouldn't be blogging, I felt the need to take a break from it all and get my thoughts down.  I may be in a writing mood from the eight page paper I just finished on modernism, feminism …