Made With Care

I have a new hat. It's mine. And I love it. A new friend made it for me, with her own two hands and a couple of knitting needles. When I say 'new friend' I mean that she and I recently met at a dinner party where, in the midst of our conversation she put her hand... Continue Reading →

The Movie of my Life

Would the Movie of my Life start at the beginning? I know this is where things generally start but part of me wants to skip all of that: The parents splitting before I could remember; the brother always punching me in the gut and farting on my head; the hot-faced, self-protective lying and the spankings... Continue Reading →

The Good With the Bad

"Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die." It's difficult for me to hold a grudge, but I make a few exceptions. Apologies go a long way with me. If you've hurt me, and acknowledge that you understand you've done so and say a simple "I'm sorry," then we... Continue Reading →

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