On Being An Unique Weasel

It’s lonely being an unique weasel. Being an unique weasel means that there isn’t anyone on the planet just like you. It’s hard not to have a living soul really GET you and though there are a couple of movies that attempt to touch on this, there’s always a happily ever after in movies that … Continue reading On Being An Unique Weasel

Loving My Enemy

I didn’t sleep last night. Again. It wasn’t because I wasn’t tired. In fact, I was exhausted. But my brain wouldn’t turn off. I did everything I could to wind down. I sat in the hot tub. I drank a (small) glass of wine. I played non-thrilling computer games until my eyes got heavy. And … Continue reading Loving My Enemy