white blank page. clean slate. excuse me miss, but do you sell disinfectant for my brain? something to comet and pine sol the doubt and bitten lip memories loitering in my head. rejections of …… the way life used to be. the jolly and jolt of acting is...
a weekend not of dancing. chins to our chest, eyes dark, throats lumpy, and stomachs sick. we dispatch bundles of comfort and condolence to our arizona sister. i share with you a video i’d been saving, but today seemed like a perfect fit. beautiful. simple....
my eyes are still burning bright from yesterday’s magnificent fanfare. i’m convinced the clouds, sun and blue sky were playing a game to see how many atheists they could convert into believers. streaming beams of luminous love dazzling down every so often...
