Happiness. It's relative.
I cringe when I think of all the people I’ve told off in my professional life. I was the queen of righteous indignation. The sun could not set on an unresolved issue. Nothing could wait until tomorrow. I could never afford to ‘sleep on… Continue Reading “Notes from a Once Lethal Lady”
I wonder if ironing would soothe my mood,magically opening the ironing board after its long sojourn in the closet,smoothing the board’s cover, running my hands over old scorches,turning the iron on high, linen, maximum steam, as if to plot a murder. There are shirts… Continue Reading “Iron Woman”
I cringe when I think of all the people I’ve told off in my professional life. I was the queen of righteous indignation. The sun could not set on an unresolved issue. Nothing could wait until tomorrow. I could never afford to ‘sleep on… Continue Reading “Notes from a Once Lethal Lady”
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