Listening
Seventeen It’s a dim stipple memory, dark maroon in the backseat-upholstery not-quite-un-comfortable positioning of back against bench, a worn denim reminder of the seam of my jeans rubbing just… there…… Read more »
Tag: Communication
Flipping
I’m propped up against my pillows, buried under four layers of comfy covers, feeling cozy and reading Georgette Heyer, when he appears at my bedside. In his own uniquely amorous… Read more »
I said, “Do you speak-a my language?”
The thing about working in a very specified field of Communications, is that sometimes the very specific communications themselves are… ODD. People randomly — MISTAKENLY — believe that because I… Read more »
Carry A Laser Down The Road That I Must Travel
…carry a laser through the darkness of the night… Do you know that song? By Mr Mister? 😛 Yes, I know those aren’t the *actual* words, but don’t go pretending… Read more »