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Shame is such an uncomfortable sensation.

A new plaything?

In which I unleash my manic desire for women in service of my physical fitness.

An old friend sent me a video, and I cried.

In 2021, I aspire to write more.

A delicious visit from a very promising, very brief, part of my past. Here’s hoping she sticks around….

On Thanksgiving, I have much to be thankful for. But this post isn’t so much about those things.

I have a meditation practice. This morning, I revisited a slightly deeper part of that practice. To excellent effect.

I feel some – but only a little – empathy for Jeffrey Toobin.

There’s a kinship among those of us who are up before the sun, and a unique way we feel the years turn.