What do you call a writer who doesn’t write? In my case, you could call her a gardener. Except, I don’t do much gardening either. Bits and pieces here and there, which is most of my life these days. A bit of this, a bit of that. It’s not that I can’t stay on task – a common enough problem when my neuroses are acting … Continue reading Pain, pain, pain, complain.
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we all have needs. we have wants too, but wants are different. it’s hard to believe that sometimes, but it’s true, though the distinction gets lost. my pocketbook pays the price of the incorrect labelling. it’s hard to call our needs by name in this age of constant marketing. i think i need things all the time. i… Continue reading you can’t eat enough to quench a thirst (reblog)
I forgot about the blog I created on Blogger. How does that happen? I remembered to connect my Tumblr, including my efforts at immortality via (weak) poetry, when I started on WordPress, but Blogger, by then, had slipped entirely from my mind. I feel bad about that: I had all the love at one point in time. I maintain my Tumblr prose page via the … Continue reading Forgotten writings.
I tend to leak tears when I’m angry, upset, or frustrated: it’s one of the most annoying things about being female. It even trumps the random black hairs that show up on my chin. [i] There you are, making a point, presenting a rebuttal, or holding your space when suddenly, your voice cracks. You sniff because your nose has started to run. You realize tears … Continue reading Sneaky science: tears and congestion.
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