A thought experiment courtesy of the Stoics. If you are tired of everything you possess, imagine that you have lost all these things.

I had thought loving two people so much would straighten it.

For years, I kept a Post-it note above my desk. WORK NOT LOVE! was what it said. It seemed a sturdier kind of happiness.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

And that phrase - 'sleeping like a baby.' Some blonde said it blithely on the subway the other day. I wanted to lie down next to her and scream for five hours in her ear.

A few nights later, I secretly hope that I might be a genius. Why else can no amount of sleeping pills fell my brain? But in the morning my daughter asks me what a cloud is and I cannot say.

Also she signed away the right to self-destruct years ago. The fine print on the birth certificate, her friends call it.