Ashes, ashes, we all fall down. Or some of us, most of us, ok, all of us do at one time or another. After contemplating a recent fall–not my first & probably not my last–and believing the pain and humiliation to be a universal condition, I decided to write about it.
What’s a pilcrow, you ask? Check it out on the cover–it’s the backwards “P” used as a paragraph mark.