Sometimes to move on you have to actually move. Move through space. Move across the earth. Move physically elsewhere. Read More
The more stress and fatigue applied to a muscle the stronger it gets over time. The heart has calloused. Dancers feet. Days and days of spinning around on one foot. It is tough and chewy. Read More
Your life is so vital. But your life is part of a much larger system. Your life is part of the life of “us.” Read More
Casual dating has ruined our generation of men. I fear they may never grow up. Read More
Fascinating that under a blanket of ice sleep Spring’s new miracles. My father is a gardener, and so I identify with the species that waits until the frost has passed to begin again. Read More
It felt civil to remain silent; it felt strong to temper anger; felt dignified to deny retribution. Read More
The physician’s assistant spreads me open with those vagina-spreader things, and she pokes around my pussy like Laura Croft Tomb Raider, and by-golly there’s no tampon in sight. Read More
Truly, the way she viewed her life was through the lilt of poetry. Words cradling all love and fear and hopes in their sinewy formations; stringy and tough and dependable are words. Read More
I love travel. Mostly because for so long you’re no where. You’re no one. You’re trapped inbetween time. It’s like not existing. Read More
After an entire lifetime of trying to find, keep, and please a man, at 35 or 40 it seems women finally start pleasing the person who really matters: Themselves. Read More