It Is A Special Kind Of Homelessness

A Food Truce, The Picnic Suspension Of Oedipal Feeling That Permits The Generations To Love Each Other At Family Reunions.

My Favorite Classes Were Always Dumb Nerdy Vocabulary.

But If You Kept Thinking About A Fight You’d Lost, Mom Said, You Were Programming Yourself To Lose Again.

Madness, As I Understood It From Books, Meant A Person Who Was Open To The High White Whine Of Everything.

I Moved To New York With The Derangement Of Love. I Was Writing All These Terrible Stories, But I Had Never Been Happier.