Day 289. My last relationship took me down and under. I will not bend my wings in such a way ever again.

Day 288. As she answered this last question, she looked at E.

Day 287. We ate sushi thigh to thigh on the couch that I loathe with the red cushions.

Day 284. Sometimes, I wonder why I haven't produced a full novel. I don't feel the thrust to do it.

Day 283. I will cry about this the way we all do when August ends.

Day 282. Little revelations like footprints in puddles. 

Day 281. God cannot help us; God will not save us. God cannot absolve us from pain or make things better.

Day 280. What happens when you live your life in the same preplanned way as everyone else?

Day 279.

Day 278. Intelligence is not merely about what you know but what you do with what you know.

Day 277. The Goddess gasps; what lesions are exposed through Her recklessness?  

Day 276. E is messaging me: it is raining where he is.

Day 275. Isn't it unbelievable what such a small alteration can produce in the psyche?

Day 274. I flirt with myself over feta dipped in oil with rosemary.

Day 273. That stirring spoon inside the glass walls of the French press.

Day 272. What a terribly privileged thing to say. I understand this better. 

Day 263. What is it to accept what is? What is it to accept who I am and what is occurring in the world?

Day 262. Twirl like the daffodils my love!

Day 261. There is nothing precious about me; I am more precocious.

Day 259. i've taken this dream to symbolize my approach to life. deal with i