
I Am Like The Remnants Of Patricia
When I do it my way, I walk. I briskly charge forward, heels pounding out a determined beat, straight into the thick of it. I can just hear you yelling at me from downstairs…Paula, stop pounding your heels, you sound like a herd of Elephants, you’re going to come right through the ceiling. Once I get started. I am inclined to otherwise be a bit … Continue reading I Am Like The Remnants Of Patricia