Author: olivemood

I still don't get why I never out grew my childhood sins. A brown plastic mug with deteriorating lettering on the side, perhaps, from its manufacturer's ineptness or it being everyone's favorite mug. There was a groove, a halfway mark that I used as my cut-off point to stop pouring the Domino, "crystal sugar." I'd… Continue reading Sugar Story: Fear of Ice Cream

I still don't get why my degree did not materialize into sustenance and protection. Nothing like an eviction notice slapped on the front door to make you curl up in a ball on the living floor, writhed in sorrow as the ghosts of lectures-past swirl around you. The thought that soon your air mattress and… Continue reading Sugar Story: Pulling Smoke