Well, it’s official – I have Victorian Novel Heroine’s Disease. It’s incurable, the doctors are stumped, and I have developed a habit of fainting. I’m weak and helpless but not coughing or snotting or anything that would make me poor company.
Why, yes, I am spending a lot of time on my fainting couch.
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My mom always had a garden. Her mom always had a garden before her, and for a time they were one in the same, as we lived with my grandparents. I have fond memories of Read more…
I never imagined being this old. Does anyone? Let’s take a retrospective through the Big birthdays: When I turned 20 I was a sophomore in college and depressed. I had failed, utterly, to enjoy my Read more…
“How do you get it all done?” someone asked me recently, and she wasn’t the first. “I want to see your daily routine, learn your secrets.” I gape around my messy desk, my ever-increasing to-do Read more…