I am not sure that anyone can ever look back with a clear eye, and I am certain that a writer, whose editing apparatus is permanently set to On, cannot do it. The combined filters of recolle… Read More
I knew several girls who married well, but they all became the same girl; same pale hair, same pale lips, same pale weekend garmentry. They had nice houses and nice cars and they went to yog… Read More
Sometimes you’d have one of those days when life held no promise and your hair just Would Not Grow and your total calorific intake was drawn from coffee and toothpaste. And then Someth… Read More
My friends and I bought our first little apartments. We decided that we were over Clothes now, because we were mad on bread boards and matching table linens instead. We surrounded ourselves… Read More
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