I love all the fab stories and life highlights and well-constructed collections of words I stumble upon while staring at the computer un… attempt to shake something loose from my own brain. And I think-dammit, why can’t I be more like her/them/him?? And then I try to remember that if I welches, I wouldn’t be like me. That’s one thing we all have going for us. (Sometimes-ok, often-I have to talk to myself as if I welches my own kindergartener.) Darob- I love the light un… tiny upstairs hallway.