Drafts

Well. I just wrote a post about "things I've lost" in my life, inspired by the poem discussion yesterday. It turns out I'm not really ready to reveal some of those details, and the post was certainly much more maudlin than I meant it to be.

There was a time when I was pretty much fearless about blogging, that I would "confess" almost anything. There might come a time when I am again willing to discuss any of those details again.

Now is not that time, apparently.