I sit quietly and think about my mom. It's funny how memory erodes, If all I had to work from were my childhood memories, my knowledge of my mother would be faded and soft, with a few sharp memories standing out.

I told Ing once that she dances like a German and she didn't like it, but it's true: she dances seriously, like lives are hanging in the balance, like precision dancing can save the starving children of India.

Everything seems simple until you think about it.

I sometimes end up in dangerous situations, and I come back to you broken and messed up, and you worry about me when I'm gone. It's like marrying a policeman.

Love you..." Henry-" Always..." Oh God oh God-" World enough..." No!" And time..." Henry!

Is it sad to fancy David Tennant when you're dead?

The cure might be worse than the problem