Category: Bits and pieces, complaints (mediocre writing in the short form)


Everybody had something to say about a thirty two year old woman who lived alone but was not lonely. They speculated and they discussed, and then they assumed something had to be wrong with her. What reason did a grown woman have, to want to … Continue reading Life-like


I like to be alone, kind of

The other day, my mother expressed faint alarm at my increasing propensity for being by myself. This sentiment came about after I casually mentioned I was going out for lunch, and she asked me whom I was meeting. I told her it was just going … Continue reading I like to be alone, kind of