Chickens, Frogs, Soap Bubbles

Last night I dreamt of frogs, lots of frogs. They were in my childhood home, where the old ladies live. It was weird. But not in a bad way. Apparently frogs in dreams signal transformation. Then again, what doesn’t? In the morning my friend and I drove to Galveston. We ate brunch at Maceo’s andContinue reading “Chickens, Frogs, Soap Bubbles”