Secrets are like poison to our souls. They are dark things that wiggle about constantly awaiting their moment; that special and inopportune moment to rear its ugly head and scream “I AM TRUTH!” Unfortunately, my secret unraveled like the loose thread of a crappy Christmas sweater from 1982. I didn’t mean to give my dark secret its moment. Actually, I’m not positive I was even fully aware of my dark secret until there it was. I had outed myself, w … Read More

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