Mid-nightmy body tantrumsto be heard.The first timeI thought I was dying;I wrote a notethat said onlyI love you so much.Just in case.Now I know to call this a panic attack.Nothing is wrong -I mean nothing morethan usual, which these daysis a collective meditationon when to screamand when to soband the jenga stackof reasonspiling higher, higher,all wobbly.First... Continue Reading →