Thursday, November 28, 2013

A warm blanket from the dryer and nothing is lacking and it took some time to feel we had finally made it and more wasn't necessarily better and the void I felt when the anxiety left was to be expected but wasn't so words came to deny silence until I learned to dance in the be quiet.

For you and me a lovely story from Etgar Keret via Tin House.

Today I am grateful for a feast of family and friends and food.


Anonymous said...

I hate to eat alone, might try this.

Shea Goff said...

Happy Thanksgiving, Anonymous.