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You May Say I’m a Dreamer
Every day — well, just about every day; and for the past two years, when the chores weren’t overwhelming — I read as…
I do most of the household chores. Not all, but most. I’m not going to list them. No listicles. Not necessary. Not the…
Writing as Therapy Part III
The nasty part…wherein I complain. About craft and other matters.
A Letter. Open. Sort of.
I have two friends in Singapore. Funny thing, they don’t know each other. You’d think they might, living in Singapore…