May All Your Nothings Hold Up Something and Sing

  As an agnostic, I’m open to possibility, skeptical of surety, and don’t feel too judgmental about anyone’s version of what happens after death. Sudden blackness? I am blinded by the idea of it. Transcendence to Heaven? The notion transports me. Limbo? My opinion hangs in the balance. Reincarnation? I’ll get back to you next… Continue reading May All Your Nothings Hold Up Something and Sing

I Am So Over All That Midnight Dreary, Pondering Weak and Weary

For me, the last couple of decades have been a glorious gambol. Sure, a couple of guys broke my heart, and a slew of annoying fine lines started creeping in around my eyes, but, on the flip side, I began investing in more expensive shoes, spooning every night with a man superior to those who… Continue reading I Am So Over All That Midnight Dreary, Pondering Weak and Weary