The last time my mom had a stroke, she blacked out and ran her car into a McDonald's. For me, it's always through guard rails and off the side of the skyway with a seatbelt that works too well while I discover the belly of the bay through my windshield.
11/25/2011
Posted on 11/25/2011Copyright © 2026 Meghan Helmich
That first stanza sure as hell got my attention. This has been a remarkable series.
Stanza 2 = total zinger!
