Reflections on creativity, Covid, illness and the film "Stanger Than Fiction."

There it was, over and over. I’d see in on digital clocks, on store receipts, on gas receipts—even the hair color I’d always used changed it

The clock is ticking / A line for infusion / There room is still / There is a delusion...that sets in, I'm drifting off...

When one gets to be my age, it’s time to pause and reflect on all that has gone right and wrong in one’s life, along with what has gone down

I wrote this essay over three years ago, on Oct. 15, 2015, a few years before my mom died on May 5, 2018. These words ring as true for me no