Chris

Whose hangup is it, anyway?

Spending day after day with anyone for 8 hours at a time, with only infrequent contact with other people, leads to a wealth of identity issues. Even if the other person is your little one, maybe especially then, you lose a sense of where ‘you’ end and ‘we’ start. On a rough day, I mayContinue reading “Whose hangup is it, anyway?”

An ache in the brain and a gurgle in the belly

One of these is bad, one of these is good. I’m struggling beneath the totalitarian regime of a head and sinus cold, flailing about in a vain attempt to get free or at least lessen the achiness. The only balm in Gilead (ooh biblical) is the belly full of sate beef soup that I haveContinue reading “An ache in the brain and a gurgle in the belly”

Fueled by over-the-counter medication

I am currently under the effect of a muscle relaxant which is dulling my brain in addition to unknotting my various knots. You’re in for some real blog gold, people. (And ‘The tourist’ by radiohead is not helping sharpen my focus. So slow and dreamy. Out it goes.) First off, I have added a ‘donate’Continue reading “Fueled by over-the-counter medication”