The eleventh hour

Off to sleep when the husband asks, “Hey, did you write your poem today?” I offer to you, dear reader, my thoughts in haiku form on “How to Get Away with Murder”.

A day home sick, TV

Do they get away with it?

Shondaland surprises

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