U-Turn Here

In 1996, when I first arrived at Stanford, I was young, an idealist, and a hedonistic idiot. Regardless, on my first day to class, my eyes rested on a handsome, young man who was obviously from Canada (flag on back pack, predictable and a sure sign)...

My life rotates around poop. Although for me that can be quite frustrating, I can appreciate its comical nature from outside.
I wake up at 2.00 a.m. every morning (Ungodly hour!) thinking of: poop. I jump out of bed, half awake, throw on a big sweatshirt, leash the dog and walk him, in eager anticipation of said poop. Its manifestation signifies a quick withdrawal back into...

 From our Russian River Canoeing trip this weekend
I have been trying to focus on me. I am exhausted of whining about the past and really feel the need to move forward.  I also have noticed that posting things here about M, has actually not been as therapeutic as I had hoped. Instead, my posts have been...

Men are such simple creatures. Women so complex. That is the very reason that most of the social leaders in the past have been men. It is easier to gain power by clubbing your opponent on the head then by guilting, loving and shaming them into submission...