I owe you, big time.

It can’t have been easy to listen every time some little thing in my dating life set me spinning up about how maybe he didn’t like me, or maybe I wasn’t good enough, or maybe he wasn’t really committed to me, or maybe the world might end, or maybe…

It must have been excruciating listening every time I waxed eloquent over some ( Read more... )

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How, in a house of my brethren can there be so few pens? And then maybe, I think, they aren’t my brethren in that way. In the pen and the paper and the ink and the ideas swirling away into bits of paper.

Maybe they’re my brethren simply by blood. Which isn’t simple, is it? Never ( Read more... )

I’ve gotten back to sketching lately, which is good for me. Here’s a sketch of Jim. (In case you didn’t know, he’s my boyfriend; we met when he moved into Tortuga).


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Originally published at Diana Sherman. You can comment here or there.

There’s this song, you may have heard it. It has this line in it that I would totally have loved when I was 19 and stupid. Here’s the offending chorus:

Who doesn’t long for someone to hold

Who knows how to love you without being told

Somebody tell me why I’m on my own

If there’s a ( Read more... )

In other news, two years ago today Navarre and I went on our first date.