Category Being Twenty Seven.
Able bodied.
This still applies: January 24th, 2011 “I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow; but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.” I had an interesting weekend. One that I could feel to the tips of my fingers and […]
To be or not to be.
(Initially, I started writing this without the intention of offending anyone. Towards the end though, I realized that it’s very possible I will, so I am saying now that I’m sorry if I do.) I recently came across an question in the dooce community, about feminism. It’s taken me until today to answer for myself, […]
Unexpected Liberation 