Friday, July 22, 2016

Mashup of this week's dreams:
Unable to find my license and registration as cops multiply drawing guns,
My hands on either side of an ex-boyfriend's face & a feeling of electricity shooting through my wrists up to my shoulders, 
Something about magnets,
Gleefully, effortlessly communicating with an angelic deaf child,
The distinct thought that maybe with so many idiots running their mouths all the time it wouldn't be a such terrible thing to live in silence.

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

I wish there were a blood test for depression so that lazy dramatic fakers could get their comeuppance & there could be recognition & praise for people who display the preternatural strength to get out of bed in the morning & drag their bodies through the day while large parts their brains are trying to thwart them at every turn. Sheer heroism.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Maybe it isn't worth it.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

Today a child in Gaza lost his home & his entire family & collapsed in exhaustion on the floor of a bombed-out hospital as I spent the morning writing letters & listening to The Ink Spots.

None of us deserves the gifts or the horrors before us.  Our human brains demand that we impose a false logic onto this chaos, but maybe order is a lie.


Tuesday, June 17, 2014

One day when I die they'll open up the top of my head and a herd of elephants will come charging out and somebody will say, "Huh, looks like she made out pretty well considering everything that was going on in there." 

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

I'm keeping the word joy in the middle of my mind--turning it over and over again until it is shiny and bright.
I am sharpening it into a blade. 
This is my only weapon in a pit full of lions.
I am the Michael Jordan of sad.
I am a ticker tape parade of sad.
I am the Eddie Van Halen of sad. 
I am the Carnival Cruise Line of sad.