Crashing Through the Day

missed grips and flailing arms

I tried the Twisted Tea. Didn't like it in the can. Didn't like it in the glass. But, what a lovely glass that I haven't broken yet. — Author Photo

Wreckage

My morning routine wouldn’t be complete without the grand finale of dropping at least one thing as loudly and disastrously as possible. Usually, it’s my hair brush since sending it flying let’s me know that I’m alive.

“There it is.” He says, loud enough for me to hear.