If that word brings a dance style to mind, you’re probably around my age. At the very least, you’re a Madonna fan (or hater). I was out on the dance floor with a guy that had gone to my high school. He was an excellent dancer — much more so than I. A song had…

I can usually write a blahg in my head while I’m doing stuff around the house or while out and about. Thoughts and images float inside my head, spontaneously rearranging and combining to form paragraphs that I just need to type out. I messaged the subject of this blahg to ask if it was okay…