Confessions of a Mussel Man

  I am a true mussel man. That is, when I feel threatened, I clam up. I shut myself up inside my shell. There I feel self-contained, needing nothing and no one. Hard on the outside, my soft internals thus protected – I have created my very own universe. And I am my own God. I flexed my “musselness” just the other night. Something happened between my wife and me, something producing a negative emotion; hurt, disappointment, guilt. And so I decided to turn in early. I decided to burrow… Continue reading Confessions of a Mussel Man