I have blossomed. I have flowered. I am….
In those rare moments when I get upset about life, times when I get cranky because I haven’t had a tasty brain, I have this one lovely thought that always seems to calm me down…
Somewhere, in a park eating ice cream or at the mall food court munching a soft pretzel or eight rows up in the bleachers at a middle school basketball game, there’s a skeezy 35 year old dude in a ratty Motley Crüe t-shirt giving Brett Kimberlin’s daughter the same kind of hungry eyes that he used to give Sandi Barton’s daughter.
And Brett Kimberlin knows it.