When in doubt, I freeze. I am terrified into inertia. If the right way doesn’t present itself, for fear of moving the wrong way, I don’t move at all. Continue reading Frozen
I wasn’t deranged before I married. And I’m not deranged now. Continue reading Driven to Madness
Family lore is that it started at five. I don’t remember. What I remember is it was always there. Continue reading Writing on Me
My mother checked out some time ago. Continue reading How Did You Cope With That?
Tears sprang to my eyes. I was in a crowded carriage reading The Cost of Living by Deborah Levy. Continue reading Whitewash
A fully grown and scarily articulate woman says she is turning four. Continue reading Turning 4