Here's To Alcohol, The Rose Colored Glasses

Tomorrow We Will Run Faster, Stretch Out Our Arms Farther.

I Was A Little Shocked At The Elaborateness Of The Lie.

Receding From Grief, It Seems Necessary To Retrace The Same Steps That Brought Us There.

The Cracked Plate Has To Be Retained In The Pantry, Has To Be Kept In Service As A Household Necessity. It Can Never Be Warmed On The Stove Nor Shuffled With The Other Plates In The Dishpan; It Will Not Be Brought Out For Company But It Will Do To Hold Crackers Late At Night Or To Go Into The Ice-box With The Left Overs.

He Hadn’t Once Ceased Looking At Daisy, And I Think He Revalued Everything In His House According To The Measure Of Response It Drew From Her Well-loved Eyes. Sometimes, Too, He Stared Around At His Possessions In A Dazed Way, As Though In Her Actual And Astounding Presence None Of It Was Any Longer Real.