Yesterday (Tuesday, now that I post this) was kind of a gaggy day, in this little corner of the web. And it is little. I’m not sure some of the well-known bloggers involved really comprehend that. Least of all, the perps of Tuesday’s big stink.

I’m not even going to bother to preface this with all the “I identify with you as a woman” crap, because that should be a given. Not that there were many givens—which are, after all, the product of trust—around yesterday. Read the rest of this entry »

Sometimes the best stuff goes on at someone else’s blog. You know, kind of like the way some couples fight at other people’s houses.

Like this poor guy, making his helpful little Liberal remarks. I can pick a fight with anybody. Particularly the well-meaning, whose very springboard is All Wrong. Bamboo slivers neath the nails. Bring ‘em on. Read the rest of this entry »

Tish writes: “I worry about my Dad. I’ve seen aspects of him that I haven’t before. He has tics. Times where he shouts out for no reason. He fights the tics and the shouts. I feel bad for him that he is alone. But I can’t change him nor can I save him, nor can I cure his loneliness by sacrificing myself. His loneliness goes so deep that it can’t be cured. And I am not a god nor a saint.”

I don’t know, I think this realization might be more upsetting than just about anything.