It was 5:30 am as I stood outside my room at the Wawa Motor Inn watching the rain bounce off the ground under the street light. The anxiety in my belly rose in direct proportion to the steam rising from my lousy cup of hotel-Keurig brown water. Sip. Sigh. “Fuck” was all I could muster from my stressed out brain. Thinking once again back to the torrential time in Terrebonne wasn’t easing… Read More