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It's been ten years since I've been blogging. And now I've moved. Blogger's been great for me but WordPress offers bet...

Ok, Mrs Hema Malini, first thing: Not everyone exists to be admired by the world. Some of us exist, even live, because we want to do fun t...

Disclaimer: If you're going to hate for me having panties and tell me about the women who don't, you should stop reading now. I rea...

My therapist has asked me, Rather categorically, To sit with my Emptiness My lows and my melancholy. It is easier than it sounds, Let ...

Last month, I was tired. This month, I'm just tired of being sick. When I get sick, I don't get sick like a lot of you do. (And ...

If I were one for easy ways, I'd tell you  Mundane things, real things That are of this world.  I'd urge you to watch dervi...

Let me string flowers, a wreath of regret and light for your foolish head, and make a crown of thorns that hold promises on th...

David Bowie has died. And with that, it feels like a star system with a fair amount of presence in the universe has collapsed. I rarely mour...

A dear friend recently mentioned she had been blogging 10 years. I checked my own blog and there it was: 2006, two posts. Ten years of writ...

There is no breeze tonight And the moonlight, diffused by a heaving, rhinestone city Brings me taut remnants of your skin. I flip open a...