One can get tired of being an apologist for one’s work, especially if one is pursuing some sort of bullshit fine arts masters degree that one’s ex-husband once pointed out…
Life is an ocean of mixed signals. One moment, you ride high on the waves of your own chemicals: You hang ten; you mug around; you are the big Kahuna.…
I doubt myself all the time. Thank goodness life tends to happen to us all in spite of ourselves, because otherwise I would spend more time than is dignified in…
