Beyond blue jeans and plastic, journeys into traditional Morocco
I don't blog often enough. I'd like to. I write a lot of things...in my head. They are perfect little morsels, full of wit and truth, that seem to disintegrate by the time I am sitting at the computer. I get bloggers block often. Blogger's blahs. Since I write with my real name and make only very weak attempts at veiling my identity, blogging makes me vulnerable.