I've been waiting for Aunt Flo. Waiting all month for her visit, in fact. I feel something like the characters in Waiting for Godot. I am waiting for something to happen to relieve me from the limbo in which I exist. At the same time, I'm afraid of what might happen as I leave this stable limbo. What the heck am I talking about, you are probably ( Read more... )

It's time to write about the pain. Now that I have managed to sit without crying for 2 whole hours, perhaps the words might flow in some coherent fashion. But I make no promises ( Read more... )