Of this moment.

You go to sleep one night. Mind full of worries. Anxious of petty upcoming matters. Fretting over trivial inconsequential problems. Your body gives up. For no rhyme or reason. You never wake up. You wake up. You head to the bathroom. You are pissed at yourself for not waking up early. You will now be...

Ma Wednesday- Utter turpitude, inconceivable anguish.

There are many things unbeknown to me. But of one thing I am sure. That there is no greater anguish than seeing your child hurt. The death of an offspring is the hardest, heaviest, most wretched cross to bear. Inconceivable. Unbearable.   What depravity of soul and mind instills such misplaced hatred and convoluted ideology...