Turning fifty is no big deal. It’s like forty-nine plus. Like size 1 is hardly different than a size 0. As if I knew. Those numbers are so far in my past as to be irrelevant. In fact I’ve never been a 1 or a 0. More to the fact, the closest I’ve ever come … Continue reading »
Why is my daughter crying? She’s so soft inside her shell. If I want to know I might have to go and find her where she’s hiding scared. Oh why is my daughter crying? In the past I might have known. Before she involuted and expelled me from her secret world. Why is my daughter … Continue reading »
