“I like the sweet life and the silence, but it’s the storm that I believe in.” I could launch into a long monologue about the Eternal Feminine right now, but I’m not going to subject you to that. It’s a beautiful, breezy Monday in Amman, I’m going to Ukraine at the end of the week,Continue reading “Monday Music: the If You Want Me, I’m Your Country edition”
I’m not getting all teary, I swear. It’s just something in my eye.
“…dead has a smile like the nicest man you’ve never met who maybe winks at you in a streetcar and you pretend you don’t but really you do see and you are My how glad he winked and hope he’ll do it again.” – e.e. cummings.”
“You’re beautiful.” A friend of mine recently told me that the men in her life say that to apologize for something they’ve done, or are about to do. “You’re beautiful” = “I’m sorry I’m going to have sex with you, because I’ve been told that it’s dirty and wrong. I’m sorry I’m going to destroyContinue reading “Love letters, part three”