If I can't watch a rated R movie, then I can just read the book, right? This book was a hard one to stomach. I thought 1984 was bad.
I'm an empathic apologizer. OK, maybe that's not the correct expression; I'm a neurotic apologizer. I hate to cause offense in my personal relationships, so when anyone expresses any kind of discomfort or the slightest sign of an irritation, and I will apologize for it. Some people don't mind it; or perhaps they just ignore... Continue Reading →