I Do Not Expect To

Inevitably I Draw On My Own Relationships When I Write, So If I'm Writing About A Fight Between A Husband And His Wife, Of Course I'm Going To Think About A Recent Fight With My Husband. Or If I'm Writing About Sisters, Of Course I'm Going To Think About My Sister.

Which Always Raises The Interesting Question Of Whether Redheads Pursue Other Redheads In A Narcissistic Way, Or Simply, Because They Have No Other Choice, As Nonredheads Aren't Interested.

I'm Glad You Were Both Here," I Finally Manage, Thinking How Strange It Is To Be Standing With The Two People Who Made You, Something Most Kids Take For Granted Every Day Of Their Lives.

In Days That Follow, I Discover That Anger Is Easier To Handle Than Grief.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.