Questions are starting to emerge. I know very well that they are emotional, reactionary, worried questions. I know the rational answers to them. But they’re still creeping up. I’m thinking of the movie The Matrix – there’s this crumbling, dark, unpredictable reality behind the seemingly organized and sense-making world that I create for myself every… Continue reading Do I take the red or the blue pill?
Those were my husband’s wise words to describe this morning. Mind you, neither of us have a heroin addiction, just for the record. But if we did, or if we were attached to any other less lethal vice that helped us get through the day – and I’m not saying we are – today’s morning… Continue reading A bad day to quit heroin