Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, March 9, 2014
That's MY Problem
"I really love the bread you make," I say. "But sometimes, when I think you're upset, or having a bad day, I don't ask you to make it."
Katie keeps cleaning the glass of the frames she bought at the thrift store as I say, "Really, it's not that I'm some kind of martyr, though - it's my low self-esteem that keeps me from asking for what I really want."