Between the lines

It is the place where one notices such things and yet one stares ahead as if half-blind and half-deaf, for this is the permissible response when private drama unfolds in public spaces.

Earth, wind

'Tis a blustery day that makes me feel strong. Restless winds remind me of those days when first I felt the fullness of my womanhood. It is the kind of strength which conquers horizons, yet has my feet planted squarely on the ground. There is no Earth Mother goddess: I am she, and must be... Continue Reading →

Fooking kittens revisited

I am extremely allergic to cats. I do not need any advice as to how to deal with this fact.  It is quite simple: cats must stay away from me. That way, the cats will be happier, and I will be alive.

There’s more, possibly

As extra penance, she did not flinch as the scalding hot water ran over her winter hands.

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