Back to work. If I’m [writing] I’m not thinking about the crazy.

My yoga practice was and will always be a spiritual experience. I can honestly say, Yoga delivered me back to GOD!

Admitting that Katie had taken too much blood was on par with saying an adult human had pooped their pants or eaten their own boogers!

Alarm stole over me on little kitten feet.

Walk softly and carry a big stick. Or stomp loudly and carry enough firepower to start a small war. Whatever worked

I figured even the most jaded and cynical inhabitant might report a bloody girl in a party dress carrying a severed head by its hair.

You gonna put on your big-girl panties and fight with the boys, now?” He looked over his shoulder as if he expected me to blush or something. “Who says I wear panties?” I was certain that he flushed red this time. Laughing, I left him shaking his head and went on inside to find the Kid. We had work to do.

Beast had once informed me that humans were hunters only by luck and because they had opposable thumbs.