April 30, 2012

From Vermont comes a piece of my past that I could possibly rework and spin into veritable gold.

April 29, 2012

I want out of this circle, out of this city, out of this life.

April 28, 2012

I guess there isn't a medication strong enough sometimes.

April 27, 2012

When will I be okay?

April 26, 2012

I don't know whether I'll ever be able to tell my son how many times he has already saved me from grave danger.

April 25, 2012

Will I ever stop thinking of myself as the sum of all my failures?

April 24, 2012

I can find few things worse than a sick child, from an empathetic standpoint.

April 23, 2012

I'm numb, and almost comfortably so.

April 22, 2012

"Did I tell you, you're wonderful?"

April 21, 2012

How is this an acceptable way to live, working (often unhappily) and waiting for the two days on which we don't?

April 20, 2012

I wish I could think of something to put here other than song lyrics or some other person's bons mots.

April 19, 2012

Sometimes there just are no words.

April 18, 2012

When will every CD1 not be the worst day of life anymore?

April 17, 2012

"I think it's strange you never knew."