Disappointment makes an appearance again in the big world. There was that time when Bill Cosby – America’s Dad – got accused of drugging a woman and raping her. It was even difficult to believe that it was real – how could he, that handsome and funny man, who performed for children for God’s sake, … Continue reading Title? I don’t know. Personal Space?
The damage was already done (Continued from previous post) One of the recent roadblocks in my writing has to do with oppression. Revisiting the past for my current writing reawakened the ways in which I tailored my writing toward the end of the marriage. It stems from a violation of my trust over twenty years … Continue reading Origins