This may be slightly surreal.

Okay, enough with the disclaimers. The cast of characters: My arms: not so much their actual physical arm-ness, more like a representation of my arms. Actually, think of a Greek chorus made up entirely of arms. Me: You know, me. Cobalt: The awesome body-work chick who...

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...

Scissors.

So the other day I’m in the surgery room waiting to have stitches taken out — — and before you completely freak out because you are my mother, let me reassure you that it was not a big deal at all and it was just a thing being removed by the...
The Fluent Self