Tread lightly, take only pictures, leave only footprints.
Being a woman is nothing more than a curse. Another sleepless night...it's hot all around me. Even Bailey's off his bed and on the cool wooden floor. I should get back to trying to sleep but instead I am recording a late night showing of the Last Picture Show and typing away here. Lonely is …
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i imagine walking the street in the pouring rain where the cold drops wash all the fear; wash all the anxiety; wash all the insecurity away. i would be clean and new. i would be on a shiny, slick path and you would be able to see my reflection, clear, in the black asphalt. i …
She was looking for something. A little bit of escape. A little bit of how the other half lives. There on the soft cotton platform, she watched, touched, and heard the quickening breath of one, then two, then three. The rise and fall necks bent, backs bent, minds bent. She can see every detail in …
There’s a girl behind the counter at the local drugstore in a job she wants to despise. but at least there’s love to keep her warm at night. And another someone else, at a bookstore, desperate to get lost in the stacks. The educator's lessons took any emotion she had left. The computer geek has …
It was the cable car that was the best for me. I liked standing on the edge, hand on the bar, hanging out into the cool San Francisco air. Though the weather was hit and miss all week, I managed to visit Fisherman's Warf and Chinatown. At the Warf, some of us caught a ferry …
Dixie's Road Trip 