Of course I don't subscribe. I buy it off the rack every now and then. Like, every three months or so. OK, maybe every two months, but only when the photos really turn me on. Look, if there were a magazine out there that somehow satisfied your shameful, deep-seated needs, you'd have a stack of back issues at home, too.
It's complicated, this thing ( Read more... )

I understand now...

Four years ago, an acquaintance-turned-friend phased me out of her life. We had a couple of tense conversations, a few more guarded attempts at dinner. I was finally dismissed. And the truth came out...she couldn't be friends with a stranger, a double life. She reminded me of who I said I was, and put a mirror up to what I was ( Read more... )

"...The passion of Cartimandua was a fearsome thing. Sometimes it seemed beautiful; more often it was like an ache that would not go away, and sometimes it was blank and terrible, gripping and then hurling her forwards so that she was helpless. So it was now..."

-excerpted from 'London' by Edward Sutherfurd

12 days. Geez.

We passed white wooden churches, red brick schools, stores with names familiar only to the locals, and movie theaters offering a single choice. We saw cats stationed at living room windows, horses switching tails against clouds of gnats, cows in pastures grouped together like gossips. These scenes seemed imbued with a beauty richer than normal; ( Read more... )

Groan...stretch...roll over ( Read more... )

Laying in bed:

Squeeze - squeeze - squeezesqueeze - squeeze - squeeze - nuzzle (repeat)

Me: Honey, it's pretty pathetic that that's all you can muster.

Him: It's not pathetic; it's Morse code for 'love'.

Sometimes when you pick up your child you can feel the map of your own bones beneath your hands, or smell the scent of your skin in the nape of his neck. This is the most extraordinary thing about motherhood - finding a piece of yourself separate and apart that all the same you could not live without. It is the feeling you get when you place the ( Read more... )

This weekend was like getting to Hell and finding out that the only food available is raw liver - insult added to injury.

"Everyone has observed how much more dogs are animated when they hunt in a pack, than when they pursue their game apart. We might, perhaps, be at a loss to explain the phenomenon, if we had not experience of a similar in ourselves."      -David Hume