Category Archives: Question

I understood the terms. I thought I knew an extrovert from introvert. I called myself gregarious but loner through and through. Of course that’s me. Now I’m appalled – surprised at least – I took two tests online, and landed … Continue reading →

Divorce? How could she? He was always good to her. However could she make him leave? Especially when babies came, she should have found a way to tolerate and cleave to him; a 10-year marriage earned him that. She’ll say … Continue reading →

I caught the image of the perfect man for me: a coded version of a dream, expressing fancy more than any plan my cohorts call improbably extreme. For I imagine me and C entwined, with M available and E involved, … Continue reading →

My alternate reality is relatively bland: The children’s dad and I did not divorce. He drove me to distraction with attempts to read my hand to make me happy – strategy of course that’s guaranteed to wreck a couple’s pilgrimage … Continue reading →

I wonder if I never got it right, imagining improvement as the goal. The world has ever told me that I’m bright, and all my life I’ve pondered what the whole existence thing is for. My question’s why before the … Continue reading →

My 34 year old invited me by text to call him: I.R.T. we spoke. He asked about his oldest friend – did he once like that neighbor? Yes. And then he broke the news: the kid was lost in smoke … Continue reading →

A week ago I flew home with a cold. The next day I sat down for the result from voters who apparently mistold the pollsters. Now I’m witnessing tumult and rampant fear. My Sapphic friends are freaked; the adult kids … Continue reading →

I think I’d better take a break today – I’m winding up like twine around a spool… I’m so presumptuous, I’ll find a way to milk this visit for each drop of fuel to push my fantasy and waking dreams. … Continue reading →

The alchemists envision symmetries. Astrologers exalt the influence of planets. In the dance of their degrees the templars search for prime intelligence. But how can simple hold complexities? A toy bedecked with mirrors is no tool. A talk is tuned … Continue reading →