—WE’VE BOTH GOT SOMEWHERE ELSE TO GO

 

 

…Usually when someone says they’re not going to judge you, they already have.

 

…It’s strange how someone can be an enormous part of your life and then—poof!—nothing.

 

…Feet are so weird looking. They really are.

 

…Who in the world has ever used that underwear (boy’s) flap to pee? Not me.

 

…Here’s all I can say: “Okay, I know things are rough, yet you’re not the only one.”

 

…When a 16-year-old calls you “Bitch,” you know things are pretty damn good.

 

…Not being able to find your kids, no matter their age, is the only thing worse than not being able to find yourself.

 

…Tatt up all you want, just leave me out of it.

 

…Any 16-year-old who knows both “I Think I’m Going to Kill Myself Tonight” by Elton and “Tomorrow is Today” by Billy Joel, is a kid you need to pay attention to.

 

…Don’t tell me there’s no pressure, or that it’s stupid to play fantasy football, until you’ve done it yourself. Just don’t.

 

…When you live with, and in, privilege, you don’t even know it most of the time. 

 

…All I really want to know is, Do you still care?

 

…I see, or hear, my son with the kids he teaches, and I think: God, who is luckier here—him, the kids, or me?

 

…Watching Angus Cloud felt like a gift to me. It felt like he was going to be legendary. So what happened really hurt.

 

…Anymore, typo’s are like homeless people—nobody, sadly, seems to care about them.

 

…The last time I laughed incredibly hard? All weekend. Yay. 

 

…You hear a large of group women together for an extended period of time, as I do often, and it’s shocking how different their conversations are from that of a large group of men. Neither is better than the other. But different? Oh yeah.  

 

…My phone is always suggesting I look at old photographs, and for that, I’m very grateful.

 

…Writers don’t have to explain themselves, or even make sense of their writing, but I always feel disappointed when it’s not one or both.

 

…I’ve always thought a double-rainbow is like a small miracle. There was a shimmering one over The Freedom Towers in Manhattan two weeks ago, on September 11^th. I thought for sure it was photo-shopped. Nope. Some things, you can’t explain. Or maybe you can.

 

…I guess, if you’re allowed to brag in your bio, you probably should. After all, it’s professional. Where else would anyone else even care, or better yet, not be put off? Where else it is acceptable?

 

…If you don’t understand the expression, “Once bitten, twice shy,” I’m not sure you’ve ever really been bitten. Or maybe you just never felt it appropriately.

 

…I’d really like to be pals with Stevie Nicks. Often, she looks so incredibly lonely over there, always sunning herself on the deck or else barking at the wind as if she’s possessed.

 

…Your faves—sunrises or sunsets? I’m going with the latter. You should see what I’m looking at right now. (I’m writing this the night before posting.)

 

…“Things can disappear when you're not looking at them.” Kathryn Rantala

 

..."You Appeared in 105 Searches This Week.” Yeah, sure. 

 

...I must be the very last one on the call list. But I’m still grateful to be there at all, still on the list.

 

…Some Bitches (men with small penises) don’t know when to stop jabbering, plus they don’t know how to spell. 

 

…Why is it a contradiction to love both football and poetry? And who wouldn’t love both? They’re the best things ever.

 

…--”I bet you can smell that.”

----“Nope.” 

----“Lucky for you.”

 

…Maybe the fog that I’ve been living in, has lifted for the first time in weeks.

 

…It’s hard to imagine a world without other people in it. Even people you don’t favor.

 

…--”So, your blog—if that’s what it’s called—is kind of rambunctious and obnoxious. Like it runs all over the place. What are you trying to tell people?
--“Sometimes walk. Sometimes run.”

--"Often, it doesn’t make sense. It sounds like gibberish."

--"Exactly.”

--“Seriously, though. What's it supposed to mean?” 

--“Exactly.”

 

…There’s always so much more to say, so I’m just skipping to the ending.