I stifled a yawn as my feet slowly dragged me down the stairs towards the kitchen. It was finally Saturday, no school and no homework. My fingers found the handle on the fridge and I gave it a soft tug. The light from inside the fridge hurt my eyes at first and I stood there a moment, allowing them to adjust. Like usual, our fridge was empty. Mom was constantly working and my dad never bothered s

Finally, a REAL story. Not some Bullshit, recycled fairy tale.

Enjoy!





I picked up my daughter Emmy (14 at the time) late one day from cheerleading practice. It was the first week, and apparently, they had been working the girls pretty hard. As we drove home, she complained multiple times about her feet and legs hurting from all the jumping and other things they did all day.

Now, I kno