by Madam Z

I often feel blue, but not always the same shade of blue. Sometimes it’s sky blue, and then I’m light and happy. Sometimes it’s turquoise, and I’m hot and sexy. When it’s royal blue, I’m calm and reflective, in control. Occasionally, but not very often anymore, it’s navy blue, and I think of Alvin, the sailor who was my first love, a long, long time ago. But tonight, it’s black-blue, and all I can think of is death.


Madam Z, author of Here's the Plan, loves six and isn't afraid to admit it. Do yourself a favor and check out her blog.