What are stars made of?

Once upon a time, in a castle high in the clouds a little prince looked up to his mother as she tucked him into bed and whispered softly “Mommy….what are stars made of?” Smiling gently at her little Prince, the Queen snuggled in and prepared to tell him […]

PTSD is a bitch.

There is no other way to describe it, I cannot offer any expertise in dealing with it, because I am only just beginning to figure it out myself, but I’ll tell you this, it’s a fucking cunt. There is a person I love, more than anything in the […]