Published by admin on May 3, 2017

the depths

  …they pull me. Perhaps it was because, late one night at the age of 7, my family was practically crushed like an aluminum can after a drunk driver ran us off the road, coming home from a friend’s Chuck E. Cheese birthday soiree. Everyone was fine–except me. I couldn’t walk the next day. I had…

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Published by admin on November 11, 2016

My Cabin Steward is a Shaman

It’s the little things. Always¬†the little things. I’m been traveling on a ship that has traveled¬†from Germany to Africa and which is now headed to the Caribbean, and I haven’t had to make my bed. Not once. Each morning, I leave my cabin (usually in a semi-wreck state) and when I return later in the…

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