Well, needless to say I read this article and just kind of wept. Since I was a teenager, I’ve not related to another person’s words or way of writing/communicating more than hers. It feels silly to say that but it … Continue reading
Photos open the door for all the old ghosts to enter in. Reflection in the mirror shattered – reviewing every facet of me that I’ve ever been. Past and present all together in the hurricane.
Tori Amos is one of those artists who you either love or hate. There’s not a lot of middle ground with her. She’s divisive and not everyone’s cup of tea. And while some would argue that she’s become more ‘commercial’ … Continue reading
It’s hot. Sticky, humid, damp, sweltering. Like by 8am there’s a semi-debilitating heat in the air. Mind you, I barely sleep because I still, by either some ignorant principle or sheer stupidity, don’t have an air conditioning unit. Perhaps in … Continue reading
we seem to just go round after round. I’m forfeiting.