Maura McCann

sarcasm is my love language.

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Maura McCann

If I Were Drunk In A Room With Everyone I’ve Ever Loved, Who Would I Run To?

Perhaps it would depend on what I was drinking. Maybe if it were vodka, I’d bolt towards “E”.

man standing behind chain link fence holding to fence during golden hour

I Thought I Knew A Man

I tipped and toed
Between this friend and foe
Not knowing which one he was

woman in maroon long-sleeved shirt sitting on bench

I Swear I’ll Make It Through This

Every day, it seems like one more piece of my heart is coming back together.