Diary of a Dissenter: The Week From My Window

She was a genius, if you believe in genius. Because Norma hadn’t a clue who she was, and had to fill this emptiness in her. Each time she went out, she had to invent her soul.

What’s in a Name?

SATURDAY

A brief update on our friend ‘Séamus’, who I mentioned a couple of times recently in the context of encountering him when he was more than a little under the weather in the hot weather we had here maybe three weeks ago. It seems my sanguine (with reservations) prognosis may have been a little on the optimistic side. Last night …