"Sonya, Sonya!" Margaret whispered. "Whaaatt!" Margaret said in an exaggerated tone. "She cutting that cake with a butter knife!" Margaret slowly shook her head in shame "Its like she learned nothing." Welcome to week 170 of Three Line Tales! A... Continue Reading →
I hate that your last images of me Were of me at my worst. I hope you remember me at my best. The way I was, Before the disappointment.
There's always a critic. Someone who feels obliged to share with you, How you don't measure up to The glorious ones who came before you. There's always a critic. Someone heckling from the safety of their seat. Just remember. They... Continue Reading →