I am in here.
I have just been reinforced in the idea that I have long held in semi-conscious fashion, ever since struggling through first-year calculus: progress is only (or at least mainly) possible through disaster. You see, disaster clears out the rubble of life, the bits and pieces you can’t bear to throw away yourself, the illusions you … Continue reading calculus is life
So if I did write my story, what would it be about? Maybe it would be a ridiculously artful story about a storyteller who tells everyone else’s story to perfection, but can’t verbalize her own. But that’s simply too cute. It would also be very easy to get lost in it while writing it, and … Continue reading my story: reasons for
I live with a committed Republican, so I can see the politics up front, so to speak. But I can’t stomach the party any more — especially after the local Republicans made it very clear to my husband that they didn’t want any moderates (like him) helping. He’d made the mistake of trying to get … Continue reading putting it into words
Sid tells me to write my own stories, not someone else’s. He means not simply anything I can make up in my head, but my own story. The story that is part of me. To which end: my story currently consists of typing a lot in order to avoid helping my husband to medicate the … Continue reading procrastination
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