Me, I'm lightly Episcopalian, but I thrive on the mystery.
When I moved to New York in 1999, I was lightly outraged to find that some personal ads included a bit of code.
I was lightly associated with the effort, and I was eager to see how it was done.
Around week 26, I was put on "pelvic rest" when I noticed I was lightly bleeding after intercourse.
I was lightly anesthetized and when I woke up from one of the sweetest sleeps I've had in a long time, the doctor told me they had retrieved 15 eggs.
And it's not just the cognac I'm sipping or the herb I'm lightly puffing, it's the tribal melodies, skipping around my apartment like happy little giraffe fairies, and the lyrics that float like clouds peeling away to reveal a perfect orange sunset.
I wake up in my artsy fartsy world, I wear no make up, I'm lightly tattooed, slightly overweight, black-haired, silent, hyper-creative, in love with my kid, fiercely independent -- I have no desire to travel the world or read James Joyce, I couldn't give a rat's ass if you think I'm pretty or not and I have absolutely no interest in world affairs or politics.
Later that day, I was being lightly detained and casually questioned by two Pakistani officers, one in uniform, the other in civilian clothes, at a police station on the border.
I'll be lightly grilling deep-sea prawns on the beach and glazing them with piri piri sauce – deliciously and deceptively simple.
