As we count the days down to November 3rd, anxiety grows. We feed that anxiety with Doomsday scenarios. We comfort ourselves with the dark camaraderie of misery and outrage, the delicious, toxic elixir of assumed superiority. These things…
As we count the days down to November 3rd, anxiety grows. We feed that anxiety with Doomsday scenarios. We comfort ourselves with the dark camaraderie of misery and outrage, the delicious, toxic elixir of assumed superiority. These things…
Novelist. Poet. Musician. Buddhist. Quilter. Animal lover. Visible grownup. Hidden child. Secret dancer when all alone. Makes good bread.