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A New Woman

Most people after they move into a new flat and area will explore and wander around to get their bearings. What did I do? I went and got tattooed. Twice. It was a bit nervewracking, going to get inked on a public transportation system I have but a fragile grasp of. But I did it… Read full post.

Notes About Nothing

*It has been six weeks since my last post. *In the last six weeks I threw out my back, found out it wasn’t my back that was the problem but rather Irritable Bowel Syndrome, watched season 1-3 of ‘Medium,’ and been on a detox diet of vegetables, rice and beans. *I’ve written before about the… Read full post.

The Learning Curve

Duckie’s learning curve is not that great. She kept her distance from the doorways after I threw things at her to scare her away, but today she is boldly strutting right back into our house. This got me thinking about learning curves in general and yesterday’s massacre at Virginia Tech. It seems that something horrible… Read full post.

There's A Kind Of Hush

Yesterday I awoke to a crazy calm. The kind of Stephen King quiet that means a monstrous clown awaits its drain birth upon my entrance into the bathroom or the coming alive of my paintings to pull me into some strange world from which I will never re-emerge. A quiet. A crazy calm quiet. The… Read full post.


They say that the things we have lost will never be returned to us, but I’m not sure if that’s entirely true. Yes, what is gone cannot itself return but I think aspects of what we have lost come back in many familiar forms. Take my Spirit Guide, Cubby, the wolf-dog who was my companion… Read full post.