I hate Valentine’s Day. By this I mean the commercialized version. In fact, I rag pretty hard on it the days leading up to its celebration. I love true, genuine love, probably excessively. The compass for this true love is … Continue reading Love.
Here’s the script and how it usually plays out. I open the weathered front door of my parent’s yellow Cape Cod style house and stumble into the kitchen groggily. Mumbling under my breath, wincing at every loud noise I make, … Continue reading Sixty-four and more.
Nothing is so vulnerable as nakedness. Before you get any ideas, I don’t mean solely physically–though that too is the concrete epitome of vulnerability. But for me, and for many, there is something more scary than our outward nakedness being … Continue reading Naked