I aim to please myself and often miss. What the what? It should be easier than that, shouldn’t it? I mean, I am just one person and I have known her all my life.I know all of her secrets and the vulnerabilities she keeps under wraps.

Actually, I should give her a longer leash now that she is an elder in the tribe. It’s not like she’s gonna moon anybody.

I bought her a jacket today and she liked the hood but the jacket itself wasn’t warm enough for her. Picky, picky, picky.

She stops women with short gray hair and compliments them on it. It makes her feel she is helping other women be more authentic. Once she died her hair and her husband said she looked like Elvis. Imagine that.

Her biggest flaw is that she won’t stop. She could push a potato with her nose across the continent if she had a mind to.

And yet some things she would never start. Anything requiring getting too wet or sunburned or windburned. She and nature are not on the best of terms. She prefers inner terrain.

She has studied truth until she wore both “t’s out of it. Now it is just “ruh.” She thinks she may have started a new ruh-ligion but no one would be interested.

She’s pretty sure no one on Facebook knows that she is antisocial. Or maybe they do. Maybe that are the same way. Maybe being antisocial is the direct path home.