I’ve begun to do the work necessary to disentangle myself from my Home. It may take some time, but the first step has been discarding a few things that have possessed me, things that have held my attention and emotions: Dad’s red leather chair, my Grandmother’s secretary, photos, an oak rocking chair.
“…Baby, you come knocking on my front doorSame old line you used to use before. [It’s just a game] well, what am I supposed to do? I didn’t know what I was getting into…” Stevie Nicks
If I hear one more talking head lecturing this morning about “the peaceful transfer of power“, I think my head will go spinning off… If we don’t focus on what comes after the transfer of power, we’re condemned to repeat this nightmare again.
I just can’t – stand what’s happened to my country, that is. This isn’t America, I want to say. But it has been, is, of late. Today’s display of lawlessness and anarchy is simply wrong.