I consider my ability to forgive to be an affliction. Like halitosis. Dengue fever. It’s the result of years of screwing up, of acknowledging my vast weaknesses, and not just those involving Pinot or Diet Coke. We all fail; we all fall short. We all don’t respond when we should, when the need is stated. [...]
Category Archives: things that are perfectly fine with me
taking stock
08.09.07 –
I found myself in an odd position this week. It had to do with love and the future and the past and one big cheese ball of happiness, a mixture of joy that might once have been but was no longer there, and hadn’t been there for some time. I would guess years, [...]
