One Man’s Difficult…

Someone…recently described me as…difficult…my first response was…to think of all the ways that my…difficultness…had been warranted…of all the ways…that I was…right…and they were…wrong…to perpetuate myself…as the victim…of unjust criticism… Of course…Bertha…only let me...

Standing Still…

When I was a little girl…we used to play a game called freeze tag…the premise being…someone was it…and they chased everyone else…if they tagged you…you had to stand perfectly still…frozen…until someone else untagged you… Now…I can’t remember much else about it…like...