In Death, We Are Not

Oh, Where Is The Fairy Godmother Of Explanations When You Need Her?

Can't Is For Pussies.

Women Run The Small Country Called Home, Millions Of Us Do It In Our Spare Time, And No One Who Doesn't Run That Small Country Really Knows What It Feels Like In The Dead Of Night When Task Lists Jitter Like Tickertape Through Your Seething Brain.

People Say That Time Is A Great Healer. Which People? What Are They Talking About? I Think Some Feelings You Experience In Your Life Are Written In Indelible Ink And The Best You Can Hope For Is That They Fade A Little Over The Years.

I Forget The Derivation Of Boxing Day, But The Feeling Of Wanting To Invite Your Loved Ones Outside One At A Time And Punch Them In The Face, Does That Come Into It Somewhere?