Deadline’s coming – prepare to duck! Every available surface strewn with papers, warning: Stay away! Body splayed on bed, bemoaning undeniable stress: Whoa is me!
A letter came today – an old-fashioned, hand addressed, post delivered, greeting. It’s the second in two weeks – simple messages of encouragement, heartfelt. It’s
Spent the day in prone silence – first as a human pin cushion in the naturopath’s office – motionless except my mind pouring over Christmas
What is wrong with me – too tired to argue, finding argument in every utterance, wanting peace, contrarily lashing out without reason? Is it the