Last Wednesday in March

March 29th, a Wednesday, idol march, marching tides of woe spread across the land and so..   With all that I have been through lately, not more than some, less than others, on a scale of 1 to 10 with 10 being the worst pain you have experienced, I guess being unconscious technically gives you... Continue Reading →

A room of one’s own

George Eliot  Presumably had an opinion about the need for such things  Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. Indeed if woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; very various;... Continue Reading →

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