In which I quote Dora and the Bible and reassure you that I’m fine. Basically.

by Miss Britt on September 9, 2009 82 Comments »

I know it’s hard to read about someone else’s pain.
Well, unless you’re an asshole, I suppose.
But for most people, coming face to face with someone’s heartache and fear and doubts – and not being able to do a damn thing about it – that’s rough.  And man, when I feel pain, I feel pain.  And [...]

Learning The Dance. Again.

by Miss Britt on July 18, 2009 37 Comments »

We’re supposed to be discovering new surfaces on which to have sex.
That’s what people do when their kids leave town.  At least, that’s what everyone keeps telling us.
We’ve spent the first week staring at one another.  And fighting a lot.  And trying to remember just what in the hell we have in common.  And how [...]