BLUE FUNK

Cook. Wash Dishes. Wash clothes. Fold clothes. Change diapers. Repeat. Sometimes, it feels like those are all the things she does. How inconsequential. How routine. She will look at herself, her unglamorous self, feel inadequate and descend into a blue funk. Through the blue prism, she sees her friends wearing clothes with names wondering whichContinue reading “BLUE FUNK”