But I have to remind myself that that was my past life. I no longer have roots. I no longer have branches.
Writing
February 6, 2015
Champ. Bud. Pal. Guys like Will always treated Marc like a kid.
February 5, 2015
She kissed her again and served us our breakfast sausage.
February 4, 2015
Richie decided he like liked Carmella after all.
February 3, 2015
She said, “I matter,” loudest of all.
February 2, 2015
She looked him in the eye and said, “I came back.”
February 1, 2015
“This guy bothering you?” came a crackling voice that would become smooth and deep within the year.
January 31, 2015
I can probably call Carrie. She will come and hug me and it will be okay to leave and she will go with me to the wig store.
January 30, 2015
“Hey, babe,” he said, “want to go outside?”
January 29, 2015
Yeah, Robby’s got a secret, all right, and I’m gonna pull it out of him tonight.
Marie Hendry 