February 2012
2 posts
"L'argent du blanche n'est jamais fini"
Something happened this past trip to the Bush that got under my skin and I need to work out with words (which my mom will be sure to tell you is my number one way to process stuff). So bear with me. I promise my other posts will be more positive/less heavy.
While eating at a “restaurant” (I use that word loosely- restaurants in the Bush are really shacks of straw where you can feed 10...