I've been writing every morning, mostly a string of nonsense that empties out of my heart and head onto the page and leaves me feeling marginally saner than before I started writing. This is different though, the intention to actually be read by someone other than myself.
So much to say, about so many things...
Like, old boyfriends, always... sickness, control, meditation, the subway, dresses, diets, hips and everything else.
Read or don't, judge, enjoy, whatever you like, but I will be here, sharing away.