Thursday, December 06, 2007. When I was girl, perhaps of six or so, I would go for walks in the summer rain. I would splash in puddles, the steaming hot concrete melting under my skin thick soles, and luxuriate in the sensation of the water washing over my feet and soaking into the cuffs of my Tough Skins. I was in the street, alone, and alive. Posted by Curious Pussy at Thursday, December 06, 2007. Sunday, October 21, 2007.

I might be the lady next door. Wednesday, January 07, 2009. I have been working hard on trying to let go of anger when dealing with PK. After initially being irritated that the therapist seemed to take everything PK said at face value, I have since noted that she is essentially directing him to behave better. which so far he does. Clearly, I have more work to do.