Explosions.

The thing I was planning to write today got erased from my brain. Because of the explosions. I honestly thought I was mostly over all the post-traumatic stress crap that accumulated in my mind/body from a decade living in the Middle East. Hahahahaha. No. This is my...

Scissors. Part two.

Or: A number of surprising realizations and a typewriter. Okay. Kind of left you trailing last time … let me catch you up. If you will recall, I’m getting my stitches taken out (part one) by someone fabulously incompetent. Or hilariously incompetent...

Item! Wednesday is back! Hot!

A somewhat goofy mini-collection of stuff I’ve been reading, stuff I’ve been thinking about and oh, some completely random crap. Basically the stuff that never gets mentioned here because I’m not the kind of person who can just make some teeny little...
The Fluent Self