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Fifty fifty

I’m not sure when my body started falling apart. This month, I turned fifty.

Tangled up in Bix

My hair got caught on Esteban’s jeans. Wait, wait, back up: they were off at the time. Oh, gosh, no no no, not what I meant! So, I was folding the (fucking) laundry, a pair of Esteban’s jeans, and somehow my hair wrapped around the button on the fly and OW. What you should know […]

Tales from the Battlefield of Beauty

I didn’t die. So much. So much. And I wrote an outline, but I left it somewhere, so now must traverse onward. I should probably wait to post this until I have pictures, but I won’t. Because I love you all too much to keep it from you. Yes, you. Love you more than all […]

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