So I stick a little donate button next to the blog and someone actually uses it. Total surprise. Thank you for the donation. It goes farther than you might think.
I suppose to earn that money, I’d better write something up here.
First, from here on out, I’m going to try to keep names (unless the individual is a public figure or otherwise out there for the picking) off here. People beg that I write the personal truth, but they don’t want to read the truth, especially if it involves them. Nor do they want it online. But I’m going to stop right here and say that I’m making a change. I’ll write what I want when I want if I think it’s appropriate. And I’ll standby my words and mistakes. I’ve been writing here since I was 17. If you can’t find something to hold over my head, you aren’t looking hard enough.
I’m sick of feeling like I need to go through two-to-three layers of approvals before I hit “publish.” So be prepared for my old-school Descriptor Names and pseudonyms.
For now, though, I’m going to go pick up some meds using our surprise donation. While I do that, you go read this in The London Review of Books. We will discuss when I return.