When my husband and I met in ’93 (what a great time for music, right?) I definitely had monsters under my bed. tsunami
He did not. We came from very different worlds (er, picture organic hippy heart idealist meeting Monsanto…) But underneath it all we had similar souls. He is quite the poet. A profound thinker used to clowning around to deal with certain aspects of his life as well.
I vented to him about a lot of things, I guess you could say. Or, you could say, I was like a Continue reading