Waiting

I can’t even pretend to have focus. Well I can but it’s fleeting. There has never been a date like this November 3rd that I’ve waited for with as much trepidation and furtive hope. I nurture it clandestinely and try to go about business as usual. I made carrot soup Read more…

eat better. vote.

Rage. I was all set to write about rage and then something washed over me. Grace? Probably not. Probably fatigue. I’m spent, what with all the raging. I remember that there’s a new moon, maybe it transited to a benevolent position when I sat down to write. I want to Read more…