Alone

All by myself….

On anxiety

Anxiety is the thing with … no feathers.

On kindness and Pakistani pudding

I could face my dad dying because I didn’t have a choice. But I can hardly handle the kindness shown by people; the loveliness is too much to bear.

Diary, March 14th: Snow day edition

My friend has a bar in her basement.* One night, we were hanging around and talking, sipping on a few Kahlua Mudslides (as you do in a basement bar in the suburbs), and we talked about the challenges of being working mothers. And my friend said, “If I really let myself think about being away from…