This is a post for younger readers, or readers younger than me. It isn’t so bad to be fifty, really.
The title of this post is also the title of a wonderful collection of essays by Margaret Atwood, which a
After being gone for two weeks to see my family, my former state of utter confusion is a bit better.
Yesterday was terrible. I was overtired for one. As I live far away from my job, I rented a room
Today I was able to take an earlier train to go see my Far-Away-Boy. Hopefully this means I can get
Geesh am I lucky. Although it’s not the most important thing, my new love, the Far-Away-Boy, is still the thing