Circle

Once again my trainer pressed his finger on the pulse. Saturday he mentioned how I once couldn't have talked to a guy like him, muscular and masculine. It’s brought up a lot and I’ve been reflecting on it. Yes I’ve come really far, but this morning I realized it was full circle. I had forgotten... Continue Reading →

Age 14, Take 2

I’ve been questioning who I’ve held myself to be after the summer of ‘73. Why have I been so willing for 40 years to paint myself as a creep? Is it just rote habit, or is punishing myself fulfilling an agenda? That contemptuous persona was defined by one episode. Only recently have I seen it... Continue Reading →

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