I don’t know how to break up with you.
This is a post I don’t want to write. But, I need to because it’s a truth, a raw one, that needs to be spoken. And I won’t be accused of holding back or hiding; I’m too old for that sort of thing and the world is too big for small-living. I must preface, however, … Continue reading
I am a heat-seeking missile for the creepy little weirdos of the world.
The way people treat you, more often than not, has more to do with them and their feelings, their fears, their desires, their lacking than it does to do with you or yours.
I don’t like “dapper”.
I saw you there, in the gallery, alone with a shy but open smile, hoping for someone to say hello
Clean. Focused. Precise. That’s how I am in the kitchen.
I turned 30 a few days ago and everyone keeps reminding me that this will be the best decade of my life. Why? Because I’ll have some free cash, I’ll be more sure about who I am as a person, my job will be more secure, I’m still young enough to enjoy it and probably not yet … Continue reading
I ache not for her I ache for me
Oh when one thing ends another must begin but the idea, the thought, of having to start all over again with another is beyond words. I hate it, this uncurling