Elvis Costello and I must have been soulmates in a past life. It’s a rainy, cold Sunday morning and I loaded all 1232 MP3s loaded up in Winamp, with the shuffle set high. Surfing randomly,…
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all the things i’m afraid to say
For as long as I can remember I?ve bulldozed my way though life. It?s what I do and thus far, it?s seemed to work. It?s so very hard for me to sit idle while people…
My Brave Face
?You don?t need makeup.? This was my dad?s refrain from the time I was about 10 until, well, now– he still says it all the time. I think I was about 10 when I discovered…