I really have no idea exactly when it happened, this new truth, this sense, of knowing, of freedom from longing for it since high school, this completion. I was reminded of this though, last night and again this morning, of a shift that has taken place. That one, you know, the one. The Richard Bach ONE, of names intermingling, of new perspectives, new ideas, that … Continue reading Ideas That Made Me Less And How I Changed That
So the other morning I’m on my way to work, passing by the elementary school here in The Village, and I am all of a sudden cross-legged on the floor of the library, head buried in this book I discovered. It was, oh, maybe 20 years ago now and this was my second co-op towards becoming a Library Tech. I had been putting the books … Continue reading How I Became A Vagabond Mouse
I believe that every woman should at some point in their life create a self-directed sexual portrait. I know, this isn’t something that you feel comfortable with. I get that. I read a few years ago that book you kept hidden under your bed when we were young. Lex found it, of course. And I inadvertently ended up buying it at a second-hand book shop. … Continue reading Don’t Sit Your Naked Bum On Grandma’s Velvet Settee
“Feel, he told himself, feel, feel, feel. Even if what you feel is pain, only let yourself feel.” ― P.D. James, The Children of Men This writing to you, you know, it’s helped me gather my thoughts, move forward, and hash out what’s what. Take yesterday, ol’roger.the.dodger turned 51. Look at me today versus’ that person I was back in those days, enuff said. Not … Continue reading Is Losing Yourself The Meaning Of Life?