The Stars and the Cookie Jar

Do you ever have one of those days where you look at your life, and you look at how old you are, and you want to call down interesting curses upon your parents for having bred you up to a promise and an imagined potential you could never fulfill?

I'm just struck more and more by the fact that there's no place for me that fits in this world, or at least in this economy.




I do, however, have a rather fabulous beret this morning.