“You know you cannot give me the silent treatment forever!” said Noel, as he watched Dina glued to the television, wearing his brown, leather jacket. He smiled in the darkness of the room, knowing that she at least liked something about him. Click. “North Korea has been...” Click. “The idea of democracy is often...” Click. “Thousands… Continue reading In the Living Room
Sometimes...No, that's a lie. Most of the time, my mind and heart are at loggerheads. I graced their argument some space here, for a change.