Chicken 338: it anagrams to what?

A look at the good and the hard in my week, a ritual of reflecting. It is Friday and we are here. {a breath for Friday.} What worked this week? Taking it to the bath. Even when that meant being late to a dance and missing a class. Better to arrive relaxed and...

Releasing.

Things I have let go of this week. A grey t-shirt that belonged to a once-upon-a-time lover. The shirt was old and torn. The former lover is, or was, in Santa Cruz. He found the shirt on a beach once and thought it was lucky, I can’t remember why, and I have nothing...

Entering with roses. Hello, 2015.

On New Year’s Eve, just as it was beginning to get dark, I had two sudden realizations. One was that I did not in fact want to go out dancing. I love west coast swing with an intensity I don’t even know how to describe, and I’ve missed eight weeks of...

Goodbye, and thank you, 2014.

It is hard to even get a sense what something is, or was, while it is in the process of passing. I’ve never really understood the end-of-year lists, summaries, the summing up. How can we say what was? We don’t know yet. That will require time. So this is...
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