That Saturday night during her last year at college, she came home for the weekend.  In his parent’s basement she curled up in the corner of the old rec room sofa, a blanket over her lap, while his parents...

I can’t hide from suffering.Can’t outrun it.Out-drink it.Out-shag it.Out-anything it.So what’s left?One thing.One frightening, heroic thingFace it.Yeah, it might kill me.Drive me mad.Turn me into a drunk or a nympho.But it’s doing that anyway.One thought.One day at a time.Terrible...

sadness day I often cry insidebeautiful understanding it is neededto know happinessugly thinking utopiaif it exisits I don't want to go therewhat a strange existence, so very blandrollercoast life with its twists and turnsup and downs thrills mecorrupt a...