On Being a Wallflower
I’m happier with a wall at my back.
An Uncomfortable Stew of Shortcomings
This post has been simmering for a while. I can’t seem to bring it to a full boil, but it won’t stop bubbling, so I’m going to pour out the mess and call it done. Deep thoughts get bitter if you let them cook too long in the pot. Time to pull out the ladle…