I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
I made the mistake of opening my email program, where I saw B’s incredibly romantic, sweet, and erotically erudite love notes to me.
Now I’m sitting here crying like, well, I don’t know what it’s like. Just crying.
It comes in waves, this northern California rain. A couple of days now, all gray and dark — turning on the lights in the middle of the day, feeling cold even though the thermostat says 68°. Living in a small [more...]
I attended Randolph Elementary School, on South Quincy Street. My first grade classes were in a trailer in the parking lot; the next year they decided to renovate the school with the then popular “open plan” [more...]
Here in sunny California, we hear a lot about power grids and predictions for the day’s usage. Usually this is followed by urges to conserve energy for the day, a “flex power” day. I came across this [more...]
