Every Once In A While

I Used To Have A Really Sharp Memory. And Its Loss Has Proven Destabilizing From An Identity Perspective.

My Husband Is Always Accusing Me Of Being A Context-free Individual. He Asks Something And He Has No Idea Where It Came From Or What It Related To. I Have To Supply Him With Way More Supplementary Information Than I Ever Have To Supply My Female Friends.

I Wish Somebody Knew Whether Or Not I'm Jewish.

As Such, Anything Is Always Possible, Even If Your Protagonist Is A Plumber. But It's The Possibility, The Limitless Possibilities, Of Any Fake Life, That Make Writing About It So Challenging.

The Twisty Nature Of Psychic Attack - Are You Being Attacked, Or Did You Bring This Attack On Yourself? - Speaks To Me Of An American Cultural Paradox We All Grapple With. There's The Rampant Litigiousness Of Our Society, And The Desire To Blame Others For Our Misfortunes.