I'll say upfront that I'm healthy as a horse, depending on the horse, and also what a weird saying that is, anyway. That is to say that I'm all good, and according to my recent bloodwork, even better than that. Short the pending results from my boob smashing session as well as the upcoming tube-up-the-pooper, … Continue reading Death Becomes Her
59. An unassuming number; Not anything that represents much more than the accumulated value of smaller increments. It's the number of times the minute and second hands on a clock are aligned within an hour. It's how many earth days there are to one on Mercury. It's the colloquial name given to the Queensboro Bridge … Continue reading 59. Hello Lamppost
Before I began writing today, I decided to clear away some old files from my computer in an effort to squelch the sluggishness of carrying around too much stuff. I came across a file titled Mama, and found in it, among other things, an assignment for a writing class I took the summer after she … Continue reading Remembering Stage Two
