The next generation of ‘fros

Apparently when I was a toddler, I took to ripping out my hair by the handsful. My mother recounts with sadness the story of taking me in to have my beautiful curls (what was left of them, anyway) cut off so that my hair would be too short to grab and yank. In...

Tip of the turmoil

I thought I’d take the weekend to get a handle on the fifty thousand aspects of my life which are slowly spinning out of my grasp, and then by tonight I’d be feeling so much more in control of everything. HAHAHAHA! (Also, a blind man walks into a bar. He...

Love says it all

I am not a Valentine’s Day person. I want to know that you love me, but not because Hallmark told you to say so. And while I do enjoy a lovely bunch of flowers, I like them best for no reason in particular. So Otto and I had agreed not to do anything...

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