Are you trying to kill me, diva planner?
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
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
Snapshot 2009: That Mr. Hyde countenance of disdain directed right at me, once again. I don't even call him by his name anymore...just 'Mr. Hyde', I realize. A familiar fear rushes through my body like so many times before, except this time it freezes like ice as I comprehend that it's finally over. I must get … Continue reading Flight School