Her spirit was the wrong shape: she never quite managed to squeeze it into the puzzle of her world, where she never belonged–never fit. She looked fine, sure, even pretty in all that diffuse light at royal dances, under fiery…
People get up to weird crap in Prague. Don’t believe me? Feast yourself on the following bits taken from various incidents, some noted in the journal I used to keep while waiting for the tram to work pre-Covid: We’re only…
So the last time I went to a swing dance event, it ended with my ex lounging like a lord in the corner of a dance hall with ladies lounging all around him like coily pretties. Like seriously. And me…
No, that title is NOT a euphemism for my paranoid OCD! I really do have a friend who has been officially diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia since she was 28 and has agreed to do an interview! So Sunday night, right,…
Incoming philosophical sh*t! Be warned! So I was running through the park, right? [No, no admirers were chasing me down–or detractors; I just get a kick out of running up and down the park for two hours sometimes. It bewilders…