Memories have shadows.  At dusk, right before night, the shadows are longest.  So when it’s darkest are when the junk stuffed inside those shadows comes out to play.  or not play. I prefer imagination to memory.  Well, one of my…

I’m sitting here eating a NYC bachelor’s dinner: sabra hummus with genetically engineered Dole carrots. If I eat enough I imagine I’ll spontaneously give birth to a crack baby made out of carrots while I’m sleeping but being genetically engineered,…

The deepest relationships in my life have dug up the ugliest bones inside me.  Sometimes it’s too much to bear at once and at least once, it almost sent me off to the showers, to be sporting analogistic about it;…

So, after about five or six incarnations of a blog which is almost as many therapists I’ve had over the years and much like I’ve settled on one therapist, mainly the hieroglyphic looking cat I see in the mirror, I…