Mark Phillips' Pages: Workbook: March 2022

Workbook: March, 2022

March 31, 2022: Search for patterns.
March 30, 2022: Crude eristic.
March 29, 2022: "I told you he'd be a bass," said the old woman...
March 28, 2022: That characterization — "socially inept" — offended me.
March 27, 2022: The first great Rock and Roll movie.
March 26, 2022: Why all that?
March 25, 2022: Granted neither of us remembers our wedding...
March 24, 2022: My Lyft driver is hostile.
March 23, 2022: Restless legs.
March 22, 2022: The two friends I love most won't tell me they love me.
March 21, 2022: I was afraid to go back there.
March 20, 2022: On TV he played the swaggering macho...
March 19, 2022: The ancient and forever pain of losing love.
March 18, 2022: The loyalty of sunflowers, ou la fée verte.
March 17, 2022: His ideas were always brilliant.
March 16, 2022: Perhaps that merits rethink.
March 15, 2022: Which mattered most?
March 14, 2022: It ended in betrayal.
March 13, 2022: There was a time when he'd spend hours and days plugging things in.
March 12, 2022: I have ruined this life. This life is all I have.
March 11, 2022: All Struggle. All Day. Every day.
March 10, 2022: Her feminism lives where Cultural Feminism intersects Bourgeois Feminism.
March 9, 2022: The office manager decided to invent his own category of jokes.
March 8, 2022: Confused.
March 7, 2022: May '68.
March 6, 2022: My ex would come here.
March 5, 2022: Acknowledgements
March 4, 2022: She said: "I don't know. I know I don't feel pretty."
March 3, 2022: His childhood ambition was to rid the world of ants.
March 2, 2022: Why did my bones break so easily?
March 1, 2022: The little oak tree saved my life.