Why I get quiet

Tomorrow morning i get to stand in a courtroom, alone, and listen while people I don’t know judge me about how I have fucked up as a parent. This was not how I imagined life to be. With a little luck maybe I’ll get run over by a bus on the way there.

there’s no magic lamp

I’m still gathering my thoughts after the news of his death. I’m leaving names out because in this google-crazy world I don’t really want what I write linked to all the fantastic and wonderful (and a few shitty things, they know who they are) being said about this wonderful man. My incoherent mumblings don’t deserve […]

night

I don’t feel like writing here lately. I used to spend a lot of time and effort coming up with links and content and blog posts, ten years ago before everyone and their dog had a blog with targeted ads and sponsorship from appliance or car dealers and it seemed as if the blogging thing […]