Terra Cotta is for the Living

I’m supposed to come over for a cup of tea and some low carb shepherd’s pie (apparently there is such a thing) but I’m worried about later about how I’ll feel the afternoons have been tricky lately “Can I come now?” I ask her over the phone, already in the car and heading in her…

5.6 Miles

The thing with panic attacks, is that they can strike at any time, anywhere. They can suck the life out of any party. Turn a shopping excursion to Target into a white knuckle affair. They can make the most social butterfly (me) retreat into her dark, lonely cocoon where she (me) watches as others (you)…

Just In Case You Thought I Was Normal

I am 17listening to an answering machine messageinforming me of the deathof a friend I sawonly three days beforehis golden curlssmeared with bloodon the 405his motorcycle crushed by a big rigthere was no pain they told his mother Days laterI am sitting in Econone amonga roomful of horny teenagersignoring a lecture on the importance of a…