Had I given any thought to the name of this blog, had I considered that it would still […]
Category Archive: on being…
Autobiographical posts.
I don’t have much to celebrate this year besides my new teeth and the fact that I am […]
I’ve been betrayed by everyone I know twice in my life. I don’t mean betrayal like your best […]
When I think about Detroit, my hometown, it’s a mixed bag of good and bad, but I think […]
I am not a huge fan of the justice system in the United States. I think it’s inappropriately […]
I was conked on the head by a stage light and it damaged my memory. Since I was […]
And it was nice for a while. Just another Tuesday. Wake up, drag the dog around, pick up […]
Over at QueenRawr, they suggested writing a dented bucket list, a term I’d never heard before Rarasaur used […]
That title is really just a fancy way of saying our memories are not to be trusted. Your […]
She was lying on something uncomfortable. Without opening her eyes, she reached beneath her and pulled out a […]
As I was walking my dog last night on our pre-bedtime constitutional, a thought struck me. This is […]
I read a post today at Behind The Mask Of Abuse that got me thinking about stigma. In […]
You can’t choose your family. You are born into the family that you’re born into. They can’t choose […]
And not very logical. I spend the vast majority of my time bemoaning the state of my stagnant […]
This is a fictional account of real events. Originally, I tried to write this post from my perspective, […]
Whenever I read your words, there is a tiny part somewhere in the back of my brain that […]
Fish Of Gold 