I have no sense of direction so do not expect any such thing on this blog. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches. May she be Beautiful but not Damaged. When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half. Guide her, protect her. And when she one day tu.

My Love Doris, It is evident my job is a threat to our relationship. I am always on your case about not trying to fix us. LETTER FROM A SIMPLE WOMAN.

Last night, a third stranger followed me home. It was about 11 pm. I got off the train to see two dogs tied to the pole at the bottom of the stairs, barking their heads off. I retraced my footsteps, took a different route; began the walk to my apartment a little rattled by the break in my routine. I felt the air rasp at the top of my throat. I just bought a house down the block, he said. Rattled, and now tongue-paralyzed, I simply blinked at him.

The hair debate must end. I was actually planning on writing something about this but Atha puts it much better than I could. Response to a letter in Daily Monitor. Guest writing for another blog. Response to a letter in Daily Monitor. 8230;and it was hectic! The professionals masquerading as beginners. Long Queues and old Friends.