“It’s not the drugs,” Kurt said. “It’s the people you meet because of the drugs.”
He was a heavy user and had been for some time. Like many people, when I first met him, I’d pegged him for an addict. Assumed that his use was as simple as that, biochemical dependency. » Read more
There’s a big problem with holidays. In a word: Expectations.
It can be hard enough to make sure a random Thursday in August turns out okay. You get a flat tire. Horrible work shift. You get sick. Someone breaks into your home.
So if a lot of us designate an exact day — » Read more
My new boyfriend has giant hands and smooth, smooth skin. He is an engineer, an inventor, a renaissance man. He is a genius who was raised by hippies in a town without stoplights. A former child prodigy. Brilliant and visionary but humble about it. Generous, adaptive, creative, sincere, kind. He has a young face and an old soul. » Read more