Perhaps I spoke too soon this morning with my long, lonely rant.
When I got home today, I discovered a beautiful, hand-made valentine from my beautiful friend Sara. I suddenly feel a bit better. And loved.
Perhaps I spoke too soon this morning with my long, lonely rant.
When I got home today, I discovered a beautiful, hand-made valentine from my beautiful friend Sara. I suddenly feel a bit better. And loved.
I was perusing some personals ads this morning — laying in bed alone tends to make one’s mind wander toward what might have been, you know — and finally came to a realization. A sad, pathetic one. I [more...]
One of my fears — phobias — is collapse. Falling. This is why I am preoccupied with the bridge collapse; I have some deep-seated fear of falling, of having something disappear from beneath my feet. I have [more...]
Meanwhile, while the country is being blitzed by the non-stop coverage of the strangely unexpected death of 100-year-old, ill-health icon Bob Hope; there’s another sad death of a ubiquitous voice: Jane Barbe [more...]
