The Fictional Life of Anna Dawes. As I had always feared, nursing school took the wind right out of me. I will be better in the future; I will spread myself out with more care. But some places, no matter how long you stay away, are easy to come back to. Nothing spots them but the switch plate; it, too, is whiter. Then it becomes too difficult to summon the desire to keep my eyes peeled.

The Lion The Leprechaun and The Lonely Girl. Monday, August 20, 2012. Why I Love My Wife. I snapped at my wife today. I snapped and hated it. My nostrils flared at that, my eyes narrowed. An open yogurt in the bathroom, on the floor, right beside the toilet! A spoon on the toilet.

I Was Lying About Monsters. You could go out in your yard and hear the silence, a sound unto itself, like when an air conditioner kicks off in the middle of the night. So I was standing there in the driveway watching the sky, hearing its hidden vacuum cleaner sounds, looking for vapor trails.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010. The Red Phone of Doom. We live our lives on the phone. We will talk for 7 hours at a time while we write, clean, eat, have family meetings with the kids, etc. Until we are together in person forever, this is how it has to be for us not to go more insane than we already are.

Fighting in the epic struggle between pen and paper. Tuesday, December 28, 2010. A brief, mostly pointless analysis of humour. I smoke all the time! Well, I have a terrible past. I can never have children! We can adopt some.