The Cost of Joy
The anger leaked out of my father, polluting everything around him. It bled onto the bench seat of his old Chevy pickup truck, sticky and...
up side, uʍop
When I started this blog my plan was to write about acrobatics, but every time I put my hands to my keyboard I couldn't seem to control them.
So if you like circus, listening to the war stories of a single mom, or you absolutely HATE pet fish, dive in and follow Bird and I along as we home school, handstand, and plane hop our way through this world.
Photo: Kevin Beverley