Curriculum Vitae means the “course of one’s life”. Mine has not been a linear course but a random walk – one step in that direction, the next step in another. As I sketch below, the trajectory has been a sometimes tortuous, often aimless path, composed of surprise life lurches with many detours.
the soil: slime grimerests cohesively upon thefoot that impresses it a report due! you clamorsilly client be rested andjust pay the bill Medley utters words asdrippily pungent as honeyed cabbagesteaming on the china Notes:
The Janets of this story are not really Janets, though they all have the same name – beginning with J. I have known real Janets though none are heroines of my lovelorn tales. Janet Mitcham I was 12 or 13 and forced by my aggressively Christian father to go to weekly meetings of an evangelical…
Breaking up. me: “Do you still love me?” she: “You know the answer”. For almost 60 years I have regretted not saying: “I don’t know. Please tell me”.