>One God, side of lofty rhetoric, to go please
>While inundating my neighbors with hours upon hours of Krishna Das and India Arie, in between bouts of…
>While inundating my neighbors with hours upon hours of Krishna Das and India Arie, in between bouts of…
>In 1985 I insisted my mother buy me copious folds of mauve suede at $50 a yard. I…
>It was a spiritual pilgrimage and I was ready. I was thoroughly hydrated. I preventative potty-ed. My person…
>The “three Huge things” meltdown (see last blog) and subsequent Hanuman save leads me to want to dip…
>In three prominent aspects of life where anyone could wish to be happy, peaceful or prosperous, I was…
>I’m a pretty sorry excuse for someone who was raised Catholic in the eyes of religion. As noted…
>I’ve always been fast, I enjoy being fast, but certainly have always (and continue to be) too fast…
>I adore sugar. Addiction is too lame a word to describe the enduring affair I have with it….
>I don’t think I know any who would admit to buying fur these days. The whole fur trade…