Stinkin’ Thinkin’ and Other Misrepresentations
An old woman in a mumu sat in an old recliner. The office was tiny and cluttered with books. Slates on the windows were wide open letting in the humid morning air. The smell of rain was somewhat distant as I fidgeted in an equally old arm-chair waiting for her to say something encouraging, mind-blowing… Read More Stinkin’ Thinkin’ and Other Misrepresentations
