I can feel it in my bones, and no mistake. Usually happens to me about this time of year, when winter taps constantly at the window like a p...

On the fourth day of Christmas, Dolores gave to me four letter words, three clenched men , two hurtled jugs , and a party that lasted 't...

Hi, it's Dolores. Laura Bush was saying to me the other day, isn't ambition a fickle thing? One minute you're all comfy in your ...

This is my Independence Day post. The fourth itself was a very glum, solitary day for me and I wasn't up to posting, so consider this my...

I came upstairs after voting (the lobby of my building is, conveniently, a polling station) and found the apartment in disarray. "Dolor...

Angel, Tarquinia, Italy I had a blog post ready for today, but I've yanked it. The news coming out the Middle East has dampened my urge ...