Lynn, Lynn, City of Goodness (a 30:30 report)
Dear Diary – I have lived in Lynn Massachusetts and I hope you have too, anyone seeing this, and if you have not lived in Lynn Massachusetts well boo hoo for you and pooh on you and even voodoo hexes upon you because there’s places all over and then there’s Lynn and boy do we…
In Between the Transport, There’s Kindness
I had a friend, a while back, named Linda. She was a lesbian on whom I had a wicked crush, and while she chuckled often at that – as in dream on – we hung out together every week. This must have been back in the mid-nineties. We talked about all kinds of things, and…
Lost and Found
Sometimes I feel lost. Not too often. But, yeah, I do sometimes. It may be connected with self-talk – all those things that I say to myself, generally about myself, through the day, days into weeks, at this point so many weeks. Want to know how many? This many – 3639. Multiply that by seven…