Breaking Down
uncovering repressed memories of joy and tenderness
I’m starting to feel low because my friends are anticipating their weekend dates: skiing, an AirBnb on the coast, a film festival in Seattle. It’s Friday night, and I’m testing myself: can I stay put and be calm? Can I summon the courage to “miss out” so that I can write?
My bathrobe is close enough to my space heater to …