I am five years old.

Everyone in the building where the Playground lives wants to know what the Playground is. They see us wandering the halls in our stocking feet (or stripy-socked-feet or bare feet or sparkly legwarmer feet), wearing ridiculous hats and sometimes wings. They hear us...

The Grumble Thrum Collective.

I was at the Great Ducking Out last week, projectizing a project.* * A project of the kind one avoids because it is so very dear to one’s heart.. And about twenty minutes in, bam! I hit the first wall. Well, I thought it was a wall. But then when I got closer,...

I am a professional hider.

Oh, the art of avoiding answering direct questions. I find it thrilling, fascinating and exceedingly difficult. Aside from answering a question with another question, and mastering the art of quick subject changes, it’s hard to know what say, other than Awkward...
The Fluent Self