I Have No Place Left To Live

There Are Little Thoughts In Your Head That Can Grow Until They Eat Your Entire Mind. Just Tiny Little Thoughts--they Are Like A Cancer, There Is No Telling What Triggers The Spread, Or Who Will Be Struck, And Why Some Get It And Others Are Spared.

Sometimes I Will Spend Two Or Three Days Not Speaking To Anyone Outside Of The Immediate Family When They Come Home, And Then I Find That I've Been Emailing Like Fury. Once You Give In To That Silence, It's Quite Nice.

People Think Motherhood Involves A Lot Of Domestic Labor, And It Doesn't. It Involves Being Nice To Your Children As Often As Possible. That's Part Of My Trick. I Don't Have That Anxiety About Meeting Their Needs.

Description Is Hard. Remember That All Description Is An Opinion About The World. Find A Place To Stand.

I Am A Trembling Mess From Hip To Knee. There Is A Terrible Heat, A Looseness In My Innards That Makes Me Want To Dig My Fists Between My Thighs. It Is A Confusing Feeling - Somewhere Between Diarrhoea And Sex - This Grief That Is Almost Genital.