Someday I will stop writing about isolation, but not today… In a lot of ways my journey through solitude continues. I’m alone less, but...

soul-o I am constantly being forced into solitary situations, and I don’t really understand why. After glimpses of normal socialization...

I am, at times, a coiled cobra, ready to strike. After too much time in the snake charmer’s basket, I can no longer resist the seductive...

I turn the crank and it plays a silly song. Even though you know what’s about to happen, it’s still a bit startling when the lid springs...