For the last few months I have felt sorry for Melania Trump. I’ve thought maybe her evil orange husband is abusive, maybe she’s a victim, maybe she’s stuck or trapped or held in chains and fears for her life. No more. That jacket. Why, why … Continue reading Why, Melania, why?
I finally, after all these years, feel very clear about who I am. Yesterday I went to an organic market. It was interesting. Home grown aubergines, freshly plucked carrots, gluten free cookies, no wheat no sugar no fun no taste black bread and frozen green … Continue reading Lasagna?
I slept with the Republican again Forgive me I swallowed an Ambien.
