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?
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Quarantine – Day 10
Just rolled out of bed and have not had my coffee yet. Todd is singing “Lady” in the kitchen, loudly, and I’m trying to ignore him. Sensing this, he turns his attention to Sabra and sings to her – which of course she loves because – treats. “…. Saaaabra, your love’s the only love I … Continue reading Quarantine – Day 10
Personal Space
Two posts ago I mentioned that minor thing called Personal Space. We all need it. We are occasionally violated. We sometimes never get it. Sometimes we get too much. In college this weird thing happened where people started hugging each other. Not that we didn’t do that before, but it seemed like a matter of … Continue reading Personal Space
The Tara Chronicles 