this is a cop-out

This is a cop-out. This is not a post. If this were an actual blog post, there would be a vague yet meaningful title, followed by actual content. A message of some sort, perhaps a story or a poem. Something interesting and witty, like the next great American novel, only shorter. There might even be…

bitter pill

When I was a little kid, I couldn't swallow pills. Not even little ones. They would stick in my throat, their bitterness spreading on my tongue, and I just could not swallow them down. Couldn't do it. So my mom, being the nice and amazing lady that she is, would stick a pill in a…