Status Updates From Girl Without Borders

I may never get a nine to five, that’s all , but I’m not gonna sit around wasting time. The grandchildren of the depression, our parents, seem to believe that not having a nine to five translates to a wasted life.

Maybe they just need a new translation, Bella.

In other words, distance renders things more beautiful than they really are up close.

a cloud of solace that held no rain and floated high above Chicago and had no territorial nature and no territory it could not trespass, a balloon a child released, a rare dog born with wings, broken chain dangling from its collar in the air.