Thoughts

In camp, nobody talks politics. You would almost think they don't know what happened last week.

Bad things are happening and I don't want to know about them. I am feeling very ostrich-like right now.

You learn to accept yourself the way you are, at last.

I planned to travel the country, immerse myself in nature, suffer discomforts, and figure out the fundamental truth of me.

I've lived all these years but I can't think of any helpful advice to give anyone. Nada.

What exactly IS a good person?

I could have a few, I told myself, if I chew THOROUGHLY.

"Stop that," I would say from time to time, and she would try, but the itching was unbearable.

I had allowed my self-worth to be defined by the way other people perceived me.

As I was wheeled upstairs, I could see that all ER staff eyes were upon me looking sympathetic, almost guilty.