One must work hard.

Generally speaking, I don’t post only-images on WordPress. That’s more of a Facebook or Instagram kind of thing: I have a marginally different me in those locations. This quote, however, amuses, and so it’s going everywhere. I love an inside joke. Not attributable to Benjamin Franklin. True story.

Karmic anvils.

I try to be a good person. It’s not always easy: I’m a little bit evil. Not evil-evil. Not “enslave a race and destroy an old-growth forest” or “bring back bell-bottoms” evil. I’m more “scathing social media comment” evil. I’m Twitter-mean-evil. Still, the zingers burn my soul. They bring existential angst. Can I call myself…… Continue reading Karmic anvils.

A certain age and chin hair.

I’m a “lady of a certain age”. That’s the term from the historical romances I have an affection for, though in those books, “a certain age” for women is anything over the age of twenty-two. I’m well-past twenty-two and have the eye cream to prove it. And yet, I don’t feel different from when I…… Continue reading A certain age and chin hair.