It seems like clouds are a recurring motif in my life lately. Not emotional clouds, but real clouds in the sky and the word clouds itself. And then, as I was driving to the grocery store this morning (because even writers have to eat. We need chocolate. And coffee. And occasionally some chai tea.), …
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A Slave No More
Not too long ago, the hubby and I watched Marvel's Agent Carter on TV. One of the villains had spent her childhood sleeping with her hand cuffed to the bed frame. As an adult, she still continued the practice, even though she was free to sleep without the chains. It was both sad and …