by Dahlia | Jun 27, 2014 | Journal
Those who know me (or, to be more accurate, those who have tried to get to know me) know that I describe myself as a porcupine. I am full of bristles, ready to spear the reckless and over-eager hand. I do not take well to intimacy. I do not do well with vulnerability....
by Dahlia | Feb 13, 2014 | Journal
Love is a peculiar thing. So many people want it, so many people crave it, so many write about it and sing about it and commodify it—and yet it remains elusive, hard to find while also seemingly everywhere. There is the love between mother and child, between pet and...
by Dahlia | Oct 23, 2013 | Journal
A really talented artist died today. I didn’t know Carlos Batts well, but he and his wife, April Flores, were so in love and just exuded so much sweetness, that I’ve been sad all day thinking about him and about her. I’ve been single for a long time,...
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