“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home …” If only I could click my magic heels and get the hell out of here, but I’m not a girl, and I can’t. And besides, for me, miracles never happen. I’m crazy. Psychotic. One outburst short of snapping the thin grasp I have on reality. But who can blame me? We all cope in different ways. And her way is the most confronting of all. * * * This isn't a love story ... or is it? There isn't a happily ever after ... or is there? You decide.

