"What’s it like to be sober/Aware on New Years? I wish I could say it was magical and so much fun but it wasn’t that..."
"In the beginning we did not call it Christmas." [...]
Everything is soft here, welcoming, inviting, magical, suspended....
"Just my fancy way of saying, shall we call it something different? "God," that is? (The cat part comes later.)" [...]
"I seem to only want to write to publish these days." [...]
I was seated next to the host. I wore a pink wig and black boa; he wore ghoulish makeup and a faux knife through his head.
The dying button-flowers were lying in massacred clumps near the wisteria.