For years I have kept a small notebook in my handbag to record those fleeting dreams and desperations I would not have otherwise remembered.  I have completely filled two and am now working through my third.  Some of the best prose I have ever conceived is scrawled in those notebooks – and it is those private words I would now like to share with the world.

I am tempted to dissect my own writings here – but only for my own interest – so instead I will create categories for each to indicate the chapter of my life in which it was written.  Forgive me for my anagrams and aliases – I am only protecting those who I dare not name.