Pulled Over

"No sir, you can't just throw barbeque sauce onto some grey pork floss and call it pulled pork." We all have something to fight for, something grounded jn the depths of our memory that we treat in a do-or-die sort of way. That is, if you're going to do it, you better do it right,… Continue reading Pulled Over

#heaven

If I asked you about your day, I wonder if these words come to mind: tough, bitter, disappointing, grey, crushing and, despite the jeering irony, empty? Do the fleeting shadow of brighter days past haunt your dreams of tomorrow? What if I told you that there is something lacking in all of us. An imperfection… Continue reading #heaven