by webdev | Aug 8, 2015 | My (forced) reinvention, My bat-shit crazy divorce, Wine. 'Nuff said., Writer Chick
One year ago tonight was the last time. I don’t remember, but I’m sure I went to bed feeling happy, complete, in love, full of hope. I’m confident that he wrapped his arms wrap around me, and I breathed in, secure in his presence, as I had every day for the almost six...
by webdev | Oct 4, 2010 | My (forced) reinvention
OK, so who here remembers life pre-Internet? I know I do. I remember — even as recently as 1998, when I received my master’s degree — spending countless hours at the college library, feeding meters and avoiding the glances of desperately lonely frat boys, researching...