My nails are red – brand new, painted today by a lovely Asian woman with khakis and surprised eyebrows and a steady hand. She complimented my color choice. She complimented the colors and shapes and sizes of the dresses in the magazine she’d laid in front of me. She showed me the long strings of…
I Think We Have a Plot, She Wrote
Well at least the semblances of something that could develop into a plot. I sat down at my computer, brainstorming with S.R. through a gchat window (NOT easy, friends!). And there were a few “ugh” moments, and then there was the 15 minute period when I went downstairs to make popcorn but I made TOO…
In anticipation of something beautiful.
Anticipation is a funny thing. It’s an imagined thing. It’s a thing that you won’t remember any longer once the event following the anticipation comes to pass. Why would you? You’ll remember the reality. Anticipation serves only the purpose of helping us bridge the gap between the exact present and the moment we wish were…

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