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.
7:48am. I’m listening to Morning Edition and driving south on 101 in North San Jose. There’s a length of what looks like fire hose in my lane, the second from the right, so I move over one lane to the left [more...]
It’s like the horrific ending to a preachy sci-fi film… but it seems to be real. Remember the story last week of the dolphins who herded swimmers to protect them from sharks? It seems that now, man has [more...]
I miss hearing him start to snore a little as he falls asleep. I miss holding him tight while I drift off.
