I Do Have A Really Good Memory.

A Pool Game Mixes Ritual With Geometry.

I Kept The Fingers Of My Left Hand Crossed All The Time, While On My Right-hand Fingers I Counted Anything At All—steps To The Refrigerator, Seconds On The Clock, Words In A Sentence—to Keep My Head Occupied. The Counting Felt Like Something To Hang On To, As If Finding The Right Numbers Might Somehow Crack The Code On Whatever System Ran The Slippery Universe We Were Moving Through.

If You Lie To Your Husband - Even About Something So Banal As How Much You Drink - Each Lie Is A Brick In A Wall Going Up Between You, And When He Tells You He Loves You, It's Deflected Away.

I Think We Fall In Love And Become Adults And Become Citizens In A Way By Writing Stories About Ourselves.

Faith Is A Choice Like Any Other. If You're Picking A Career Or A Husband - Or Deciding Whether To Have A Baby - There Are Feelings And Reasons Pro And Con Out The Wazoo. But Thinking It Through Is - At The Final Hour - Horse Dookey. You Can Only Try Out.