Sometimes I am afraid of my kitchen sink. Like when I start to drain it, and get back to washing the dish in my hand, the slurping gurgle that happens moments later startles me. After the wave of fear rushes through me, I worry that someone is watching me through the kitchen window and has… [Read more…]
January 20, 2007
I could walk my dogs more often. I could eat better. I could workout regularly. I could write. Whenever I think of an aspect of my life that I could improve (did I mention my credit?), I start to slip down this dark, dangerous slope of self-loathing. They, these shortcomings, don’t come alone, they come… [Read more…]
January 23, 2007
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