Rosalie’s gold
I met Rosalie about 15 years ago, when she put me up for my dad’s second wedding. I fell in love with her on sight,… Read More »Rosalie’s gold
I met Rosalie about 15 years ago, when she put me up for my dad’s second wedding. I fell in love with her on sight,… Read More »Rosalie’s gold
Who the hell would bomb a marathon? The shock and fury make my eyes hot and narrow. Second thought: what a way to go –… Read More »Marathoning, murder, and masses
My walking time in PT went from 5 min. to 10 min. when we decided to start training for the marathon. My walking at home… Read More »Overdoing…the first time
I’ve gotten some interesting responses to my marathon proposal, some of them very worried, bless their excellent, loving hearts. I feel I owe some explanation.… Read More »Marathon — second thoughts
The grip of the last round of the Yucks started to break right after posting my last. I hate it when I have to go that far… Read More »Back in the saddle again
I’ve had my nose shoved up against a wall for two and a half weeks now. It’s very frustrating but it’s the nature of this… Read More »Frustration at the wall
For the past forty-mumble years, and for some time to come, my experience of life is shaped by the particular body I’m in. The reciprocal… Read More »Posture matters, across species
I’m behind on my articles, but it’s been an awful week on the internet, with a remarkably slimy predator spreading poison and deceipt like I… Read More »Obsidian drive
I use endearments because I’m an affectionate person. “Sweetie” and “honey” and (my personal favorite) “sweet pea” are terms I use whenever the urge strikes.… Read More »"Angel" in my mouth
I’m working on a series of 3 novellas, a triptych: 1. Kronos in season: The growing-up of a primal god. 2. Hell — the bright… Read More »The point of mythology — and there is one