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Thirty five approached swiftly, softly, sweeping through like the gentlest whisper of a breeze which, except to the sensitive,  could have easily passed by unnoticed. After sojourning long in pigtails and play jeans, I caught a glimpse of my reflection the other day and saw a woman. Awestruck, I stared in fascination. I only faintly … Continue reading 35

“To What Do I Owe This Kindness?” And Other Sick Phrases

The other day someone asked, "To what do I owe this kindness?", and I was suddenly fearful for the future. Why? Because the marketplace of relationships in which I choose to participate does not utilize such currency, nor would I ever want to raise a child in a society where this is so. But, alas. For … Continue reading “To What Do I Owe This Kindness?” And Other Sick Phrases