A mother's prayer for her child, by Tina Fey When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer. Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto bo.
"I love the idea of writing in a coffee shop. Of messy buns and colorful words and sleepless nights. I love the idea of busy thoughts and also of empty ones. Of days without a single good sentence, of fleeting masterpieces and ink stained notebooks.