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Child’s Pose

For a long time, there has been this small, tight, red hot ball of rage living inside me, that mostly I don’t go anywhere near. But, every so often, a person who knows exactly how to stoke it will come along with their stick and reduce me to an impotent, sweaty, seething puddle, helplessly burning… Read More »Child’s Pose

It is what it is

Someone in my life once ranted about how they hate that phrase. It quietly enraged them, in fact. So inane. So pointless. So infuriating. I smiled politely and didn’t bother to mention that I happen to quite like it. I certainly didn’t venture to posit that, perhaps, their anger toward it might suggest some issues… Read More »It is what it is