Last night I dreamed that gayboy friends of ours, R & J, won custody of Lucky. You know that overwhelming feeling of relief when you wake up from a bad dream?
Often I catch myself thinking that Lucky's diagnosis is a dream; that any moment I'll wake up and find her right arm is just as fat and pretty as her left.
Summer Slowdown
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Pride Month is over and summer is here, so I’m scaling back on posts a bit
(but not entirely!) for a few weeks. I’ll still be adding new book reviews
to ...
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