First Romantic Feelings, like Proust’s Pink Hawthorns; Tragic Death of a Babysitter (Tuesday, July 21, 2020)

Apparently, not this last night, but the night before I yelled in my sleep but neither Ashley nor I remembered what I yelled out. Usually when I yell in my sleep, it’s political.   (Do you ever get a bout of paranoia, particularly when you’re writing, whether an email or anything anyone else is going […]