Mourning Imaginary Losses


This morning the phone rang loud, startling me in a precious moment of silence. It was early, still early enough that the ringing of a telephone might signal tragic news, but this time it was just an old friend wanting to say hello. I knew you'd be up, she said, so I thought I'd call on my way to the office. It was nice to catch up. There is nothing that grounds me, reminds me of who I really am as much as a long chat with a girlfriend who knew me when. When I was younger, full of … [Read more...]