Today is totally like this: But for reasons not quite within my frame of understanding (or, perhaps, very much within my frame but certainly not within yours, nosypants), it feels…
I’ve had quite a few birthdays. I’ve had enough birthdays to remember great, awful, and blah birthdays. Enough to know that I also have the relative luxury to forget more…
Sometimes all you need is a few songs; a couple of beers; and a few good sports. That means your wish has come true, candles be damned. I am thirty-five.
You know what’s funny? DC. Actually, no, DC is NOT funny. It’s possibly the most serious city in the world, wallowing in its power and its reach and wearing wool…
Watercolors I, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. You left these behind. Saving them for a rainy day that never came. (because rain is afraid to fall in an…
Happy 235th, dear America. You know what independence means to me? It means not cowering in fear. It means coming out of the shadows. It means understanding that I am…
Who Doesn’t?, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. I declare that I have no idea what this photo means, above. I’m lying in the statement above. I think that…
Rossylnesque, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. Think of these heavy days and of the thick late spring air –with its smoggy tang and its wetness– and tuck it…
Sleepless in DC, a photo by Madame Meow on Flickr. Staying up figuring out rapture be damned since I’m already in hell but not really.
Possibly the sexiest meteorological event, because snow is kind of cold and bulky and no one ever thinks of having slow and incredibly steamy sex while 110-mile-per-hour winds are destroying…
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