Semi-Daily Scribbles

The way we came into the world: barefoot and wailing. Screaming is useful for relieving stress. Shoelessness, our natural state. Oh, but how I miss my young, supple feet! Squeezed and jacked-up over a span of years, each foot conformed to a code which ended up cracking skin and the occasional man-made heel. It was all for show, and part of the deal. My distinguished service awards now come in the form of calluses and bunions. I should be enjoying more satisfying rewards had I the courage to step away from those perilous stilettos and pointy toes; instruments intended to carry me all the way to the top.